The Way to Warm a Piano Teacher’s Heart

I came down the staircase from cleaning up in the bathroom to find sweet tinkling sounds on the piano keys, and a Banana who was singing her heart out (no words, but some amazing vocalaises).  Although she couldn't tell me with her still-limited vocabulary, it was pretty evident that she was having her own little piano lesson.  She'd taken down Sarah and Mr. Sneaky Pants' piano books.  She'd marked pages with sticky notes and was writing down reminders of important things to practice.  It was everything I could do not to scoop her up and smother her with kisses.  So I took pictures instead.