My Little Mimic
Today I was hollering up the stairs for Greg. I shouted “Gre-eg” and behind me I heard a little voice call out “aa-aa” in a really similar voice pattern but an octave or so above mine. It is definitely to the point where we need to be careful what we say around Adrianna and what she is exposed to, because she is soaking everything up like a sponge, even if she doesn’t know what it all means yet.
This evening, Greg sold 2 floor monitors from his Springfield days. (Springfield was the name of his band in college; they started out as The Broken.) I am told that this money is to go for a “New Banjo Fund.” That’s right. A new banjo. He likes playing so much that he wants to purchase another one. The one I bought him for his 30th birthday a year and a half ago is okay for a starter one, and now that we know that he is sticking with it, I think a new, nicer banjo is totally justified. He plays that thing all the time. In fact, I can hear him picking away on it right now.