Not exactly Mozart

I’ve been sorting through photos this evening and found a couple of photos of my twin sister’s two daughters “playing” the piano with me. Ebony, the four year old, always had to have a book on the stand next to mine and copy me every time I turned a page, and if I was singing, she’d sing too. I have a video clip somewhere of her singing “Milly Molly Mandy” with a very discordant piano accompaniment. Erin, the two year old, tended to sit and bash the keys for a few minutes before being distracted by something else more interesting.