Complete with microphone, djembe drum and loud singing.
Corinne loves it the most, Svea just kinda, and Henry has to leave the room to break dance in private.
Svea is patient for awhile, but then quickly tires of Corinne over-singing her and screaming key phrases like, "It's MY turn!!!" or "I AM TALKING."
I am working on my emotional reserves as I see these moments as glimpses of my future...mediating their talents and creative flares so that no one gets squashed or left out...
My battle is long and uphill, but I am ready to climb. Hopefully I'll have loud singing and djembe drums alongside for the journey.