I took Wyatt to his first piano lesson yesterday. He's supposed to practice a half hour, five days a week, but he's really self-conscious about anyone being around and hearing him. Apparently Tate and Gunnar were "banished" to the play room while he practiced today. (I was grocery shopping.)
As I drove Gunnar to AWANA tonight he asked me, "So, Mama, how was Wyatt's piano lesson?"
I told him I thought it went really well.
"Well, yeah, Mama. I heard him practicin' today and I was impressed that he could make such musical notes."