Sit down. Are you sitting down? Good.You know from this blog that I have parents, and you know that my parents have parents. But it has come to my attention this week that my parents' parents have parents!
Can you imagine?! How far could this parenthood thing go? I mean, obviously not everyone has parents -- think about Dick Cheney -- but it must go back a long way in some cases.
Anyway, my great-grandmother gave me a piano lesson today. It turns out I like Irish melodies, which makes perfect sense given my Chinese-English heritage. GG (great grandma) says I have long fingers and will be playing Chopin by the time I'm five. I hope they make tuxedos that size.
The only other news this week is that I have graduated from antacids with two syllables to o
nes with three syllables. My gas is much better, thank you. And so what if I glow in the dark and am growing sixth toes on both feet?In any case, the calm that my improved condition has granted has allowed to be of service to my father's research, as he has long anticipated. The photo at right caught me right as I was commenting, "Father, can you believe how slim the evidence is that forms the basis of redaction criticism of First Isaiah?"
Maddie
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Maddie, I know we haven't met, but I just read your comment on my blog, and I understand we have the same plight. My mom responded at length on my site, but for now she wanted to tell you to tell your mommy to try the tylenol medicine dropper instead of the syringe. Works like a charm.
-Lydia Kent
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