I'll tell her that. She speaks Penn Deitsch pretty decently. She is waiting for the weather to clear up and go to the second floor of the old wood barn to play. Sound travels around here. The amish neighbors crack up. Marlon was just mentioning the time he was out feeding the cows and heard the national anthem blaring out the barn, a kid sitting out the open window on the second floor, dangling her legs. Ha. That time was the other granddaughter playing trumpet.
You know, we've seen some rumspringa kids blaring a boom box in a buggy. Look up: "Don't tell the Bishop" and you can see what they find funny