At 1:30 every week day afternoon we have piano lessons. Zak first, then Anna.
She was learning to play the black keys.
She had to put both hands on the keys.
One hand had to wait for the other to finish before it could play it's part.
The waiting hand was having a hard time.
Anna knew it.
She tried to keep the eager hand still.
It did not work.
Then she said, mater a factly: "This is stressing me out!"
And in that one phrase I knew it was obvious that she was my duaghter and I was her mother.
Funny how they hear those phrases and act upon them when needed.
Like Mother - Like Daughter.
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