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After work I picked up the baby for a going-away party for a co-worker. We sat outside by the pond and the breeze blew droplets from the fountain on us. The ducks waddled around looking for frittes. The baby pulled moss and diets from between the bricks and found a stick to eat. I traded him for the lime garnish from my cranberry juice and he chewed it happily, impressing everyone with his radical love for citrus.
I guess I maybe brag about him a little much. Another parent asked how old he was and to my reply of nine months (with some related info on teeth, walking, talking, very advanced) he said, very seriously, “Does he play a musical instrument yet?”
“Yes.” I replied, equally seriously. “He plays the piano. And the drums. And the xylophone.”
We think he is very advanced.
