Music hath charms...

Lately Daddy's been playing his guitar to calm me down when I'm cranky. It works for him, so he thought he would see if playing would do anything for my crankiness too.
It does! Daddy's not very good - he says he will get Uncle Andrew to help him with that, and take lessons in the New Year - but I like it. I like it even more than the classical music CDs Mommy and Daddy bought, although those are good too.
Half an hour of Daddy butchering Go Tell It on the Mountain or a Dallas Green song, and I'm calm and ready for bed.
I hope Daddy learns more songs and plays them better, but I don't want him to decide it's a good idea to sing along. There's a line there we don't want to cross.