Samthoven

Last Friday night, a thunderstorm knocked out our electricity. On Saturday morning, in an attempt to distract Sam from the loss of Sesame Street and hot food, I let him play the piano. I don't usually allow it, because, well - then he'd be playing the piano.

I couldn't believe how serious he was once I set him on the stool. He carefully and deliberately used his pointer fingers to try out all of the keys. A lot of what he did actually sounded like music. He was incredibly impressed with himself.

He insisted on having the music in front of him.
Seriously considering his next note.
All the greats eventually go mad.