Rockin' In the Pack

So Evelyn has been jealous of the guitar recently. She doesn't allow me to play it when she's around- she sobs and says "no, no" and holds her hands out for me to pick her up. It's not that my playing has gotten worse or that her ear has become more sophisticated because she really enjoyed our Thursday afternoon jam as I wandered like a troubador around the house playing everything from "Old MacDonald" to "Highway to Hell".


She really likes "Old MacDonald" and will call out the names of the animals that he had on his farm. As it turns out, Old MacDonald had mostly pigs and cows on his farm, with the occasional sheep or horse thrown in.