A virtuoso conversationalist

 

Any old baby can master a silly xylophone.  In our family, we apparently have a budding concert pianist, who gave us a magnificent performance.  In preparation, he managed to promote himself quite grandly in fascinating telephone calls to his potential audience.

 

Hello, are you there?

Apparently, Diggle has never had a real phone conversation.  He has never experienced voices coming into his ear from one.  But evidently he's observed plenty of other people on the phone (his nanny?), as he's completely mastered the art of fabulous conversation.

Once he gets on the phone, he can stay on it for quite a long time.  It was hilarious following him all over the house as he took his little halting baby steps totally in stride as he just gabbed and gabbed and gabbed.

He seemed quite pleased with the conversation when it was over, so it must have been quite a fulfilling experience.

They said they'd be delighted to come to my grand presentation!

He also found it prudent to invite his grandpa who'd come all the way up to Paris from down south.  That, too, was a stimulating conversation.

Oh, Hello, Grandpa.

And you've just got to come hear me play!

As any good musician knows, one must practice before a concert, no matter how hot it might be.  After making sure that everything was in tune, it was time to warm up the fingers for making the big chords.

Yes, that sounds about right.

Arpeggios, anyone?

And now, for the grand performance!

Ladies & Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming!

First, we start off gently.

Help!  I can't reach the page to turn it.

Building up for the grand finale.

Thank you, I hope you enjoyed the performance!

 

 

 

After the show was finished, it was bedtime.  But do stay in close touch for the next installation of Diggle's weekend with his grandparents.