I almost forgot (or was I trying to forget?) that I sat through 39 piano songs this past weekend for my daughter’s piano recital. That’s a lot of songs. My daughter performed her song in the middle of the recital, and she did great. By that time, I was hungry. Maybe it was the Pickelsimer child that played before my daughter, or maybe it was that Pizzicato (is that a very small pizza?) that my daughter played, but my stomach really started growling.
Fortunately, refreshments were served after the recital, although I was disappointed with how the recital ended. Take a look at the last song …
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