♫ Oh, the Cow in the Meadow goes Moo ♫
♫ Then the Farmer hits him on the head and grinds him up, ♫
♫ And that's how we get Hamburgers. ♫
♫ Noooooooooow, Chickens! ♫
I spent the whole time decorating this cake singing Phoebe's silly songs : p
It has recently occurred to me that I spent the majority of my younger years marvelling at the talents of others.
We're all born with certain gifts, they say.
I had a free period with a school friend who conjured entire alternate universes in storyboard form.
Just paper, pencil and, of course, her magical brain.
With me hanging over her shoulder, utterly rapt.
I worked with a guy who is the real life incarnation of the Pied Piper.
At a BBQ, you'd find him lying in the grass, Gulliver-like, being lovingly clobbered to death by all the Lilliputian neighbourhood children. Then, later the same evening, he'd be chatting most knowledgeably with the grown-ups about climate change or fiscal debt, beer in hand and completely at ease.
Politics, I told him - success guaranteed.
Ferreting out one's own talents can be a bit more challenging, though. One of mine is selective deafness. It's only now that I am old enough to have friends with kids that I can appreciate the value of such a gift.
Listening to nursery rhymes on loop is probably not so good for one's mental health.