This morning, my peaceful coffee moment vanished in an instant.
The second my baby discovered the pink keyboard, our living room turned into a concert hall!
Instead of “Do Re Mi,” it was more like bang-bang-click music, and even the cat fled for safety.
In my mild panic, I still managed to record the “first live performance.”
There may have been only one audience member, but today my baby was the most passionate pianist in the world.
