When we came home from church, neighbor Logan and his niece Lily were on our porch. They were knocking on our front door, thinking we were home. It didn’t take long for us to gather our things from the car and let them in. They roamed about the house, checking things out. There wasn’t a book they both wanted to read, and the games Logan usually plays on the computer could not be played by two people. They would have been mismatched for games and puzzles. Our piano was the main attraction.
“Do you know a song to play, Lily?” John asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I can play Twinkle Twinkle.”
She looked at a child’s piano instruction book and then pulled some of my music from the bench and put it on the rack upside down.
The star didn’t twinkle at all as she pressed random notes. She announced she would play the alphabet song. She probably didn’t realize the two have the same melody. She then did something I thought was amazing. She pressed every white key from middle C to the top of the keyboard while singing the alphabet song. I have a cute photo of her at the piano, but I haven’t asked her parents for permission to publish it.
Lily hopped off the piano bench and swooped down on my camera, saying, “I’m going to take a picture of you.”
The tables had turned, and I was no longer behind the camera! I turned it on, and Lily took a photo of me. All who know me would say I had it coming.
She moved the camera too quickly after trying to take John’s picture. The third try was the best.
I keep from 700 to 1,000 photos a year and get caught in front of the camera at least twice. If we were going to make a rule to cover this, I’d say for every 500 photos I take, I should pose for one. Fair enough?