piano

Robs takes piano once a week, but we practice piano every night as the sun goes down: a little after dinner and somewhere before bedtime. When our windows are open, Parker rides his scooter up and down the sidewalk, and comments on Robs' progress as the music floats beyond our house. Robs has always loved a good audience, and I've always loved Robs. But after a couple pages she gets tired of playing "those boring songs" and begs to let her fingers dance on the keys. Squish comes running when Robs' fingers dance- I suspect Squish may have dancing fingers as well.