When I came home from work yesterday I was greeted by an ecstatic Anna who dragged me into her room and showed me this. It’s her rendition of a volcano erupting in the ocean. Why would a 4 year old paint an erupting volcano? I have no idea. But she seems happy, so I’ll spare the psychological analysis.
Anna trying out her new violin. 1/10 size. Not that Ping and I want to be the stereotypical Asian parents. Anna seems to like classical music a lot–she could listen to Bizet and Tchaikovsky all day and hum with the music and pretend-play the violin the trumpet the cello and what have you. She now loves the musical instruments with all the same intensity with which she loved the dinosaurs, the horses, and the elephants that used to be her favorites before the symphony orchestra. On the other hand she seems not at all interested in my Eminem collection.