This morning, Pearl Jam's "Daughter" played over the radio which was fitting since I was playing with Amelia (more so because she is literally my daughter, and hopefully not because of the song lyrics). Amelia was holding my hands for balance as she attempted to stand. I started singing along as I do with any Pearl Jam song and Amelia smiled and bounced to the music. I moved her arms in a way to make it look like she was dancing. Granted, she looked like me when I dance (without holding someone's hands), but Amelia was enjoying the motion. Once the guitar solo came on, I stopped the dancing and moved her arms so that she looked like she was playing guitar.
My baby's first air guitar.
Proud father.
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