Today was The Boy’s first real piano lesson and he didn’t hate it. Wait, I need to say that again.
He didn’t hate it!
I love that Katie and Jack are learning to play the piano on the same one I learned on. (If a piano was purchased from a neighbor in 1970, but stays in one family for generations after, does that make it a family heirloom? Let’s say it does.) K&J haven’t begun to fight over the piano for practice time yet, and while I fully expect they will, Katie has an electronic keyboard so there shouldn’t be a big problem. We shall see.
Katie’s in her third year of lessons now, and doing a great job. I’ve told the kids they need to take at least five years of lessons each, and Jack is all NO FAIR because Katie’s “almost done” (he says) and he still has five to go. It doesn’t matter to him that I promise he’ll learn new instruments faster if he has a piano background, probably because right now the only other instruments he’s really interested in are drums. Sorry, pal. I’m stickin’ to this one.