Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Hills Are Alive

All the Boys are good musicians but none of them can sing "Happy Birthday" worth a hoot. And not to brag about my own unlovely voice, but the family chorus suffers when I am not relentlessly keeping it on course with my braying alto.

My music major son (trombone) solved this dilemma by hanging around outside the choir room and asking for volunteers to brighten my special day. It didn't get posted to YouTube until today but it's already made me smile a dozen times.

As competitive as the Boys are, I can't wait to see what Boy#3's brothers come up with to top this production next year.

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