Quinn is suddenly really interested in music. Historically she has been pretty tone deaf and uninterested, so we got a little ping in our hearts today when she took Tim's guitar and went to her cave in the laundry room to "wrote some songs."
Tim couldn't handle it and sent me to secretly record. Charlie was crying, and so I had to get nice and close before I could hear her attacking the guitar strings with her anthem, "Get me outa here. Outa here. Outa, here. Take me anywhere. Take me to euro, take me to Africa, take me to Asia, take me to anywhere, anywhere but here."
Ah, sweet. So proud.
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