Miranda's dad is an election worker (he works at the election offices; he's not political or a campaigner). Saturday is the federal election, so he's going to be working all day. He told Miranda that he'll be away Saturday. The conversation then went like this:
Miranda: Where will you be?
Dad: I'll be working on the election.
Miranda: What's that?
Dad: It's when the people of Australia decide if we want to keep the old Prime Minister or get a new one.
Miranda: I want a new one! What's a Prime Minister?
Miranda was looking at my tummy as I was getting dressed after a shower, and she asked about the small scars from my fairly recent keyhole surgery. So I pointed them out to her, and on the biggest I pressed a bit hard and said, "Ow! That's still tender!"
So, Miranda has decided she wants to learn to play the recorder flute. She already does violin and has for almost two years, and she does music theory and some piano (not so much of that lately, as Nanna is her teacher and Nanna broke her leg a few months back and hasn't been up to speed for a while). But tonight she tried a recorder flute and loved it, so, well, what the heck. She's very gifted and if she wants to play the recorder, okay. Her primary instrument is violin, of course, so that's the one that "must" be done, but she's certainly welcome to dabble in other things, as well.
It doesn't surprise me that she's musically gifted. It does surprise me that she seems to have a genuine interest in so many very different instruments...
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