Not so much.

The girl thinks I want to do everything she does. She’s wrong. Yes. I want to eat a steak. No. I do not want to play the ukulele.

The grandma got the ukulele for the girl for her birthday. Sweet of her. Maybe. I expect many more hours of torture. However I did like the song about me.

The girl has skills. I do too. My skill is called diabetic alerting. I’ll stick to what I’m good at. And boy am I good at it.