Today, my third grader came running in the door from school, literally bouncing up and down with excitement.
"Mom! MOM! Guess what I got at school today?" She proudly showed me one of these little gems.
"That's great, honey, why don't you-"
At that point, I was interrupted by a screech somewhere between a shrieking whale and a dying clarinet.
"I learned the note 'c' today, Mom, listen!"
More dying animals. Dogs in the neighborhood started howling.
(Now, let me reassure you at this point that I am in no way making fun of my daughter's lack of musical abilities. On the contrary, today we had a very productive practice session working on the Vivaldi concerto in g minor. What I am saying is that if you can find me someone that can make a $1.25 plastic, made in China recorder sound like something even remotely pleasant or musical, I'll play the darn thing in the 3rd grade program myself!)
I gulped, certain I didn't want to hear what was coming next.
"My teacher says I need to practice every day! I guess I have another instrument to practice in the morning, right?"
Yeah, because violin scales at 7:00 am aren't enough.
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