Today the piano tuner came to our house, and Philip was very interested in what was going on. As Philip is not known for being shy, he wanted to stand by and ask questions while the piano was being tuned and cleaned. I told him not to bother the tuner, to which he responded that he wanted to watch and would just be very very quiet. He then proceeded to sneak back and forth from the front room to the office multiple times, whispering to me that he was "so quiet they didn't even notice me!" Well, except for the time he came in with his own box of toy tools, cleared his throat and said in the deepest, gruffest voice he could muster, "Got my tools here!" Or the time he put on his tie and stood very tall, walking in a sophisticated manner to his bedroom. And the three or so times he flexed his muscles and showed off his karate moves. (He is a karate master this week.) The piano tuner, who thankfully has four children including a three-and-a-half-year-old son, asked how in the world Phil got so strong. Phil told him it was from drinking lots of milk. "That'll do it," said the piano tuner.
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