Music Lessons

Hi! It's me, Elizabeth!

Dada is giving me music lessons.


I am coming along pretty well.

Apparently, Dada must teach me musics, as Mama is something called "unqualified" and "tone deaf" and asks Dada whether the people in the first episodes of American Idol are singing good or bad.

So when I practice singing in my cribby to my baby doll, I use Dada's voice lessons, not Mama's. Although, Mama wouldn't be able to tell anyway.

But Mama can open my biscuits. Open them, Mama! Now!

Love,

Elizabeth