Play It Again Sam!

J had his first piano lesson yesterday. He was focused and enthusiastic. That is the good news. The bad news is that I am expected to attend all lessons and to take note so I can help him practice. I am also expected to buy a piano (the teacher talked about this for way too long at the beginning of the lesson). With her chubby arms and thick Russian accent she measured, in the air, the size of a bench. "You do not have this much room in your house to put the piano?" If only she knew. When I asked J if he could understand her (I struggled), he quipped "she is a little British, but I understand her."