So we are able to snag a piano for the the living room. Nothing like a little music tinkling through the house or the strains of one of the boys struggling through Mozart or the sounds a new player making their first chords.... No.
The piano has long since become a big wooden piece of space that has totally taken up a huge chunk of living room that serves no useful purpose. Learning to play: no interest. The only one who has shown even the slightest interest is my 2-year old (who actually sounds like he's making a crude form of music - see below) but rest could care less. Until recently...
Now, the piano serves as a base of operations for the toy army brigade. Rocket launchers and helicopters sit where brilliant sheet music should be residing. Instead of sweet Christmas carols, I hear the BANG, WHAM, BOOM of simulated kid army play.
"Please, Father. Get us a piano. We'll learn to play. We'll practice everyday." Yeah, right. Tell it to your commander at military school...
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