Pizza and toys and baseball and cake. Red Sox win. New blocks. Learned 'Happy Birthday' on the violin. My dad likes to hear me play and I like that. When he was still way out of it in the hospital after his transplant I used to sing to him. I never knew if he enjoyed it or even heard it. I always thought maybe it was more for my benefit, because it meant I was at least doing something. But since he likes to hear me play so much I may let myself think he liked my singing as well.