Once Again, the Duce is Going Soft on Juvenile Disobedience

Right now Amalia is supposed to be taking a nap. Instead she is in her crib singing. I don't mind the singing, because it usually leads to sleep, and it is a relaxing activity, but she has been going on for fifteen minutes. Normally I would poke my head in there and gently remind her that she should be trying to get some sleep.

However, I can't bear to do that, because she is singing Prokofiev (what is the standard transliteration of his name, anyway?). There is something almost unbearably cute about listening to a two and half year old singing fragments of Peter and the Wolf. Yesterday it was "Farmer in the Dell" which is fine, but not quite as fun as "the duck is played the omboe like THIS: la la la la la la." Funny. In all my studies of music history, orchestration, and the like, I have never encountered an instrument called the omboe. I will have to ask Amalia later.