Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Everyone in our family is a musician.

Everyone that is except for me.

I just drive them to their lessons and pretend like I know what a treble note and eighth signs are.

Every good boy deserves french fries, right?

Staccato / Stiletto or something like that.

Anyhow, this is a musical family all right (minus one).

Piano, guitar, bagpipes (just kidding), drums, didgeridoo (not kidding).  You name it they play it.

Oh, and they also sing.  Boy, they are their father's monkeys when it comes to all things musical.

Recently, two of our monkeys participated in a regional piano competition.  They practiced their piano pieces daily for months in preparation for the competition.  Played their finger tips to the bone.  To the bone, I tell you.

And all that hard work paid off.  Because they each got a superior (supercalifragilisticexpialidocious) rating.  Way to go musical monkeys! 

And a great big, huge, heart felt thank you to the monkeys' piano teacher.

Hugs,

The Proud Non-Musically Inclined Momma of Some Very Musically Inclined Monkeys