Mommy, I was just making MUSE-it, that's all.

When the house gets quiet, a mother worries. Where is he? What has he gotten into? Here's where I discovered my increasingly inquisitive and self sufficient little lad: In Hubz recording studio, headphones on, diligently tapping away at the silent keyboard and singing softly to himself. Oh, yes, he's going to be a prodigy. I can tell.

PS I could correct his pronunciation of "music," but why? It's so darn cute.