Piano Lessons

Here are some lessons that needed to be learned today that, quite frankly, I can't fathom why they don't fall under the header of "inherent common sense if I'm your mama and you've ever met your grandmama."

"Remember, we only play the piano with FINGERS. Just a FEW at a time."

Louder: "FINGERS PLEASE. Not your entire arm."

"No, not with a fishing pole. FINGERS ONLY"

"No. No. No. Put the light saber down. FINGERS ONLY."

"No. Not with tinker toy drum sticks. FINGERS ONLY."

"OMG. What is that? Where did you get a surfboard? No! FINGERS ONLY."

"Luke! Where did Cole get daddy's screwdriver? No! FINGERS ONLY."

"No more piano today. No, I can't put the lid down. Because we got it free off of Craigslist and the little handles fell out. No, I do not need you to get the screwdriver again."


and here's a bonus quote from this afternoon:

When I told Luke (again) not to climb on the unfinished fort and jump off when he is in the yard alone, lest he break a leg and lay there until someone noticed he was missing, he replied:

"Listen. I am a forgetter. And a dangerous kid. It's just gonna happen."

Lovely. Is he just speaking of the disobedience, or the actual broken bone?