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If I ever had brothers, I don't think they could be much better than this house. Bryan and I looked frantically for things to sightsing last night when I got back from the concert, but the library was closed, so we had to make do with his ancient sight-singing book. And it's a good thing we did! There was a Bach crab canon in it (a round that you start both parts at the same time, but one person starts at the end and sings backwards and one person starts at the beginning and sings forwards... very hard to write, very hard to read). We spent perhaps half an hour on it, Stephan joining after awhile and Ben got home in the middle and teased us and tried to do it and failed... It was good.
Pops went well again. Michael tells some pretty good jokes. There's this one about a family who have a pair of twin boys, who are so identical even their parents have a hard time telling them apart. But, as identical as they are physically, that's how different their personalities are; this one is an utter pessimist, does nothing but whine, complain, and foresee unpleasantness, while the other one is a total optimist, glass half-full on every occasion.
As Christmastime rolls around, the parents decide to do a little experiment. Christmas Eve night, they sneak into the pessimist's room and pile up a huge mountain of toys, all kinds, all over the room. Then they sneak down the hall to the optimist's room and wheel in a tall, tall pile of horse manure. Then they go off to bed to wait for the results.
As morning arrives, they go to the pessimist's room, and see him whining, crying, pouting, and complaining. "What's wrong?" they ask. "It's all these toys," he cries. "I'll have to read all the instructions, and find batteries, and put them away, and play with them... it's just terrible!"
So they go down the hall to the optimist's room, where they see him laughing and playing and digging happily on the very top of the pile of horse manure. "What are you doing?" they ask. He replies excitedly, "There's gotta be a pony in here somewhere!"
Pops went well again. Michael tells some pretty good jokes. There's this one about a family who have a pair of twin boys, who are so identical even their parents have a hard time telling them apart. But, as identical as they are physically, that's how different their personalities are; this one is an utter pessimist, does nothing but whine, complain, and foresee unpleasantness, while the other one is a total optimist, glass half-full on every occasion.
As Christmastime rolls around, the parents decide to do a little experiment. Christmas Eve night, they sneak into the pessimist's room and pile up a huge mountain of toys, all kinds, all over the room. Then they sneak down the hall to the optimist's room and wheel in a tall, tall pile of horse manure. Then they go off to bed to wait for the results.
As morning arrives, they go to the pessimist's room, and see him whining, crying, pouting, and complaining. "What's wrong?" they ask. "It's all these toys," he cries. "I'll have to read all the instructions, and find batteries, and put them away, and play with them... it's just terrible!"
So they go down the hall to the optimist's room, where they see him laughing and playing and digging happily on the very top of the pile of horse manure. "What are you doing?" they ask. He replies excitedly, "There's gotta be a pony in here somewhere!"