Maybe it's me, maybe it's her. OK, it's me. I haven't had Tziporah start an instrument because I don't think she'll be compliant enough with practicing. It's sad when you're the 7th child and your mom has seen too much. You have to write your own music, dig up your own violin and giant bow and be your own teacher. Ruby reminded me that Ptolemy and Tziporah's synapses are withering away from lack of musical training. Ugh, I know! Hopefully, some of those synapses are forming due to the creativity it takes just to raise yourself when your mom has already practiced with kids close to ten thousand times, and she literally can't do it anymore. New script, please!
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Adorable Tizzy!
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