The other night Preston decided he wanted to play the piano. So he opened the lid, turned it on, and played for a while. First he played loudly and then he played softly. When he was done he climbed down and ran off to do other things. But I asked him to please turn the piano off and close the lid, if he was really done. So he came back nicely and turned the piano off. Then as he was closing the lid he pulled it down out of back of the piano and said “LOOK Mommy! A waterfall!” And if you think about it, the lid does somewhat resemble a waterfall.
Then in the car on the way home from Easter and Mema’s house, Grandpa was listening to jazz music softly on the radio so that he could still talk to everyone. It was a jazz trumpeter and out of nowhere Preston said “I hear an Elephant!” – The trumpet on the radio had made a sound that was a lot like the sound that Daddy makes for an Elephant. I heard it, too, but no one else was really paying attention.
How does he pick up on this stuff!?