Maya in the Plaza

Yesterday, while I was talking with my aunt from a coffee shop in a nearby plaza (in Valencia, Spain where we've been for the past several weeks), Maya and Noah were chasing pigeons and otherwise playing. Maya spent a particularly extended time belting out some adorable made up song from the church steps…she was singing for probably upwards of 20 minutes. About 2 minutes after we walked away she looked into my eyes and asked me very seriously “mommy, was I singing beautifully” and I replied “well, I loved hearing you sing”….which she took as affirmative, though her ability to carry a tune is highly questionable…she then continued “but, if I was singing so wonderfully, why didn’t anyone give me any money?” At which point she opened her fist to reveal the coins (tip) that she had spirited from my table at the coffee shop (I had paid and tipped when I ordered), which she had been jingling as she was singing, as the beggars/ buskers do all over town.