Mum's the Word

Thomas, the guy who still doesn't talk, surprised us all. At dinner, he suddenly sings, clear as a bell, the melody (no words, of course) of "Happy Birthday to You"; the first musical phrase. It was perfectly in tune and the correct rhythm. It reminded me of my brother, Andrew, who used to do things like that as a baby. And we named Thomas after him, too: Thomas Andrew. Thomas must have picked it up from the recent birthdays we've celebrated: Grandpa's and Gabriel's.

Gabriel, on his "Pretend Birthday at Baba's":















Grandpa, on his birthday: