Everyone always tells me that I have big hands. "You'll be a piano player," they say. Well, whatever instruments I end up playing, I owe my big hands to my Grandpa. His are so big and strong, that sometimes he only uses one to hold me up. Pretty soon he won't have to hold me up at all...I've already figured out how to take my shoes off and I'm not even 4 months old yet. Next thing you know, I'll be running through the house with Kazu (Don't tell my mom).
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