“AAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“Do you hear that Doug?”
“AAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“Yes, but maybe if we pretend we don’t hear it, it will go away?”
“AAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“Fat chance. What is going on out there? The children must be out of control. Didn’t we tell them to get ready for bed?”
“AAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“Right...I will take care of this.”
“My eyes darting from here to there in search of a spare rod, as I marched down the hall and into the girl’s room, ready to exact discipline on the wild, frenzied golden-hairs I was sure were tearing-up their bedroom midst a crazed altercation.
What do I find?
There sitting in the middle bed are three little girls in their jammies, lined up in perfect formation, backs erect, hair combed, each with a dolly on their laps, and their mouths open. I watched as they screeched in unison:
“AAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Jubilee paused just long enough to explain:
“Daddy, we are teaching our dolls opera.”
And without blinking she continues...
“Now girls, on three. One, two, three...AAAUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Yet another example of the dangers of home schooling and classical music.
