i took piano lessons from ages 5-16.
and i hated it.
i really didn't mind playing i just HATED practicing.
(besides my super talented older sister?)
my mom would laugh because every time i'd sit on the bench, i'd get a super pouty and disgusted look on my face.
she called it the "piano face".
i'd pull the piano face whenever i had that same piano practice feeling of misery.
-waking up for the paper route
-doing math homework
-eating scrambled eggs
-eating cornbeef hash
-mowing the lawn
-collecting for the paper route
-making my bed
-cleaning the kid's bathroom
and so here we are now- decades later- and i'm finally seeing a trait i've passed on to my first born. brooks looks and acts exactly like brandon but with one banana french toast protest experience from this week- i can now see that he's got a little mccain blood in him too.