Middle Sister belongs to the Theatre Club at school. They are practicing a play called “Song and Dance Man: George M. Cohan.”
She had her copy of the score out last night, and she wanted me to help her practice the songs. I discovered that my great-grandfather was a big Cohan fan–quite a few of those songs were ones he used to sing to me when I was little, so I remembered a good bit of them. But sight-reading on organ is not my forte…and in the middle of one song (which I completely didn’t know) she commented, “You know, Mom, Music Teacher plays the piano WAY better than you do.”
She’s right. And at least she’s honest. She’s not diplomatic, but she’s honest.