Feldman Cubs

Dad assures me that I'm pretty much the best pianist since R.I. Feldman first laid fists on a keyboard.

Oh! That's my sister Riley?

Fascinating.

Anyhoo, yeah. I'm a piano expert.

I also have a lamb rattle!

Ba ha ha ha!

This song is called "Smash."

Dad processed a few more photos. In this one, I'm sitting in front of some hay at the farm.

In this one, Big Sis is fascinated by flamingos.

This is the hole in the top of our mailbox. Dad thinks it's pretty interesting that mailboxes are made with rainholes on top.

This is one of the little plants in our front yard. Like my neighbor friend Simon (Riley: "SYBIT!") says, we pretty much just let whatever grow there.

This is a photo of Zoe in the swing at the farm. You might not recognize her because dad shot it about 20 years ago and decided to process it only today.

He did follow me up this rickety staircase and across an Indiana Jones-style rope bridge, so I guess he's not all bad.

Now, you know the best thing about the farm, right?

GOATS!

I could feed goats all day!

They eat corn.

Here you go, goaty goat.

OM NOM NOM NOM!

Baby goats are just about the cutest things ever.

I've got two hands. Might as well use them.

Of course, goats aren't the only great thing about the farm.

There are giant Legos!

Hm. Looks like the goats have been here.

Not cool!

Thanks, dad, for processing these farm photos that you pretty much took before I was born.

I am Zoe. I play the piano.

I am Riley. I do the shopping.