Never mind the lust.
On a Saturday morning, we're all about the Minuet in G. My in-laws are coming over, disrupting the normal routine sufficently that at 10:30am not only are we all showered, and the house cleaned, but my son is hanging around at the piano trying not to be noticed while he plunks away at a scale. 1-2-3-4-5, I show him, but he also isn't interested in being taught today. If I come near, he demands I play and sing "Simple Gifts," then jumps up and runs away when I start in on Minuet in G. Creeping back, he'll watch, attentive, as long as I don't notice him.
Whoops, they're here.
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