The mini-guitar has made a reappearance the last couple of days, and Samantha has been handling it well enough that I don’t have to fear too much for its safety now. Funny things that go with the guitar: Lucy used to call it a hot-tar, and the pick a pickle. Samantha has the pick right (although Craig now calls it a pickle…) but she says “but-tar”. It’s held Samantha’s attention better than anything else I can think of recently, and today she was strumming and making up songs. One included monsters, and I think she sang, “Monster, monster, don’t come get me!” Another repeated, “Grandpa died, Grandpa died, now in Heaven” over and over. I’m waiting to hear tomorrow’s songs…
