Practice Makes Perfect

The recorder was obviously made to torture unsuspecting parents into promising their children the moon for a bit of peace and quiet. It is an evil, evil instrument.

But apparently, I am alone in this estimation.
I told my 8yo to practice for as long as it took me to wash the dinner dishes. As I rinsed the last dish, he asked if he should practice a little more. I said, as gently as possible, "Oh, honey, you probably should. I didn't quite recognize the tunes."
Without missing a beat, he replied, "Of course not, Mom, they're from other countries."

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I'm a mom and a 5th grade charter school teacher. I love all things techie and am a Facebook and Twitter addict. You can always find me with my nose in a book and my iPhone in hand.

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