My little prodigy

Last night was Abby's first piano lesson.

Now. I try very hard not to be that parent that insists that their child is the smartest, the cutest, the funniest, but let's be honest--she is. Seriously, it is becoming harder and harder to downplay the girls brilliance.

Abby is taking lessons at a large music school, because I wanted her to have the same kind of experience I did when I took lessons as a child. Her teacher, Ms. Carolyn, is fantastic--bubbly and funny and sweet. Abby says she is "tickly". Anyway, Abby sailed through the things Ms. Carolyn taught in the first lesson, and is obsessed with practicing at home. This may or may not have anything to do with the M&M rewards sitting on top of the piano, but whatever! She likes it! And she is already learning so quickly.

Not to be outdone, her brother had to make his mark. So while Abby was sitting at the piano showing Matt and I what she had learned, Ethan crawled under the bench, grabbed the stool she had her feet propped on, and tore off to his room. He was using the stool to reach his light switch and turn his ceiling fixture into a strobe light befure we realized the stool was gone.

If Matt and I can somehow ensure that our children grow up to use their powers for good, the world will be better off from them being here.