January 22, 2016
Finally, we put on our Bubbie & Zaidie hats (which make us look not-so-vaguely like Bolsheviks) and after much fussing with lights and cameras and hidden sheet music, record a decent rendition of SkinnamarinkyDinkyDink. Later, B calls to say Mia got hold of the phone and somehow, all by herself, found her way to the video and pressed Play. And sat there with a big grin on her face. Can't imagine any better instant gratification. Tomorrow, I'm going for the old lady who swallowed the fly. Zaidie finds it creepy, but that's because he was raised without nursery rhymes.