I’m not quite sure how to word this one. It’s going to be hard to avoid being really sickening but I suppose the most direct way is the best: Erin wrote a song.

They were trying to decide on how best to handle a ceremony for when the little Brownies graduate to Girl Scouts. Erin piped up that she wanted to write a song and by golly, she did just that. She did the piano part and then, along with some of her friends, wrote the words.

I’m finding this pretty hard to believe even now that I’ve heard it performed. I’m not sure what to do with her now: carry on as before or get her an agent. Needless to say, we’re pretty impressed. We haven’t even told her piano teacher; I’m sure she would flip and we’d never be able to take her out of lessons for the summer.