Who knew Riley was such a renaissance man? Woke up (very early) today to the dulcet tones of his first jazz riff… Ah-Woooo-Wooooo-Woo-Woooo-Wooo!
Guess the impresario was trying a new tactic (and full scale range) to get Mommy to wake up and feed him… instead, Mommy giggled into her pillow until he was finished his scat, counted to five, and then came out. As delightful (and hysterical) the solo might have been – we definitely don’t want to wake up to it every day!
Life with Riley 
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