Wednesday, January 23, 2013

It's a harp.

Huh. I didn't know Marilyn Manson sang "Tainted Love." Interesting start to my Wednesday.

Anyway, last night at dinner Carrie announced that she would like to learn to play the harp.

I'll let that soak in for a minute.

The harp.

Then she clarified.

"Not the big one."

"That's probably good," says I, "as you would probably get smashed flat under a big one."

"Yeah," she says. "I want to play the little one. I changed my mind about the guitar." She begins strumming an invisible small harp, like an angel might.

Carrie is, however, not an angel. She does have the long, slender fingers that would make playing the harp a possibility, I suppose. I made the case that once she got good at it and grew some, maybe she could graduate to the full-sized harp.

"Yeah! And then, maybe I could play at like weddings for money and then I could get a job at Wendy's or something like you did!"

That kid's got aspirations.

She skipped off to school today, excited for her music class so that she could pepper her teacher with questions about who teaches harp in our area.