The truth is ever so much more horrifying.
I know, right? I was nearly smothered after Sacrament meeting yesterday with ward members exclaiming, "I didn't know you played the piano!" It's not like I've been hiding my talent under a bushel or whatever. Turns out it's because I don't play the piano.
Anyway, miracles were wrought and here we are the next day after a not so terrible experience. Praises be.
In other news, Bug laughed the other day. I now spend every one of her waking hours playing an endless game of patty-cake with her feet in an attempt to repeat the experience. I can't stop myself for fear my heart might shrivel up and starve to death. She still makes us work for the giggles quite a bit, so at any given moment I am likely to be found contorting my face and voice like a complete fool just to entertain her. Let's be honest, though. How can I resist?