Saturday morning means sleeping in, reading the paper, and revelling in the rays of laziness. Unless your son has music lessons at 8:45 a.m.
I sit in the music studio, editing my humour manuscript for the 16th time. It’s ceased to be funny.
Will’s private lesson ends, mere minutes before Vivian’s parented music lesson begins.
Will’s teacher, who’s become a friend of mine, walks out with him. She tells me what he’s working on.
“He needs to stop taking coffee breaks in the middle of songs,” she says. “Right, Will?”
Coffee breaks is her way of saying “adding phantom rests in the middle of a song.”
She continues, “Except you said your mom doesn’t drink coffee, right Will?”
His teacher prompted him. “So what did you suggest we call the coffee breaks?” she asked.
“Wine breaks,” Will answered.
That’s you musical tip for the day: no wine breaks in the middle of songs. So much for my plans for a quiet evening listening to Christmas carols…
What’s your drink of choice over the ho-ho-holiday season?
Do you say “cheers” or something else?