I took the day off to spend it with one of my nieces–the niece I’ve been calling Lil’ Elvis. I was thinking today that I’d have to come up with another nickname for her but on second thought I think Lil’ Elvis she’ll be. I played some CDs already in the player at my sister’s and then moved on to public radio.
Lil’ Elvis was amused when I was dancing to one of the CDs that played but then she got the beat, the beat, the beat, beat, beat, while listening to some classical music. The kid already has a pretty good sense of rhythm. So, Lil’ Elvis she shall be because she can jiggle that leg to the classics. And, seriously Bach, Haydn and Mozart can rock out with the best of them.
Lil’ Elvis and I have a date on Thursday too. I hope she’s not the pooping machine she was today. I’m glad I have a strong stomach. It’s been a family joke about how her sister has never failed to toot on me–she once let it rip on my bare arm and the last time she spent the night there was a ripper right in my face–her butt was an inch away from my face. It’s a good thing I like them so much.