Our Child Prodigy

Ella was asking for some music the other day. We decided on a new "Piano for Playtime" CD we had purchased months ago and hadn't yet opened. It is chock full of the classic composers and Ella, much to our delight, has an affinity for this type of music.



The CD is three tracks in when Ella pauses, thinks for a moment, then asks, "Is this Mozart?"



WHAT??



We looked on the CD back and sure enough- Mozart. It must be all the Baby Einstein.



Then she starts saying things like this, "Maybe my cousins Michaela and Brevan could come over to listen with me 'cuz listening to Mozart is so much fun!"



Drop everything and call Julliard. Ask about early enrollment.



Today, Ella has requested her Mozart piece again. She has cleared the living room rug of all toys, donned her polka-dot twirly dress, pink tights, LL Bean hiking shoes, pink bow in hair and pink fairy wings on her back. I put them on askew and she was aware of the problem instantly when the wings didn't fall properly. Meanwhile, Maya is screaming her cute, q-ball head off while Ella is sweetly giving instructions for the next part of the outfit- now the tights, Momma and don't forget the bow... Finally, we are almost assembled and she says, "Let's put on Mozart, it might help" and I think she is going to say help Maya feel better, "fix my wings."



Is there no end to Mozart's magic?



As she begins her dance (and requests her song on repeat) she informs me that all the "kids" are with her, wearing their dresses, and dancing behind her. Apparently every good Diva needs some background dancers. She twirls in circles, arms full of stuffed animals, and as the music hits a melodic creshendo, she springs the animals free from her arms, projecting them into every corner of the living room. "See? I'm doing cool circuit (a.k.a. circus) tricks like the dogs at the circus." What will she think up next?