Sporty overheard me discussing piano lessons with a friend of mine. I was looking into finding him a teacher, because momma and son plus practicing the piano DO.NOT.MIX! So when we got home this is how our conversation went:
Sporty: Mom, why are you looking for a piano teacher?
Me: Because you need one.
Sporty: Why in the world would you PAY for me to take lessons when you can keep teaching me?
Me: Humph, isn't that the million dollar question.