I’m not really a big television watcher however I do enjoy The Voice, (which is a singing competition in case you’ve been living under a rock and didn’t know).

My favorite part of the show is when the contestants humbly tell us that they’ve been singing since they were three or four years old. As if that somehow made them a child prodigy.

Apparently, no one has ever explained to these people that that’s the age when we humans start singing. You know, child cognitive development and all of that silliness.

At the age of four, I was killing at my house with Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. My parents adored it. Well, my mom did. My dad wasn’t really around much. This wasn’t his fault, he was just very busy, trying to sleep with the babysitter.

Which, by the way, is not an easy task with two toddlers and a pesky wife underfoot.

And so it is from my father that I learned where there is a will there is a way.