She Doesn't Miss a Beat

When you have a seven-year-old with a mind like a steel trap, not much gets by her. On Monday night, Dayna and I were singing hymns together at BSF. By the end of the first measure of the second hymn, Dayna leans in to me and whispers, "Isn't this hymn in a minor key?"

Now...why couldn't I ever get 6th graders to hear the difference?

Well played, Dayna. Well played. I think it's time to start on the modes now.