Child Prodigy

By all accounts, my mother started teaching me how to play piano at the age of four.  But after a recent perusal through our family photo albums (of the real, hardback variety, not the digital, Facebook variety), I found evidence of me playing a keyboard (the poor man's piano) at a much younger age.  And so, without further ado, here it is:

[cue awws from the audience]  Feel free to leave comments telling me what a cute infant I was.  Please refrain from leaving comments telling me that I looked like a girl.