“Ready? Repeat after daddy. Do re mi fa so la te do.” Joe said, opening his mouth to sing and climb in pitch as he sat at the big black piano next to his daughter. He was trying to see if she had any singing skills whatsoever. “Do me ta la…what?” she giggles. Joe wipes a hand over his face as she had got it wrong for the fifth time in a row. He knew that teaching a four year old would be tough, but not this tough. Let’s try again. “Do re mi,” Joe started, watching his daughter look right at him, “do re mi.” she repeated. Joe nodded, “Good. Fa so la.” he said. His daughter giggled, “Good, fa so la.” she said, lowering her voice to sound like a boy. Joe started laughing, tickling her sides to make her giggle sound round the house. “You’re such a little squirt, you know that?” Joe said as his fingers fluttered over her sides, her most ticklish area, as she let out a piercing laugh. Joe laughed as well, getting caught up in her contagious laugh. I guess he’ll never know if she’ll be a Jonas prodigy or not.