It was last Thursday evening, I think, when son approached us in the kitchen, finger in his mouth, mumbling, "I think I've got a wobbly tooth."
At last! Yay!
There was great excitement as there had been no sign of his baby teeth going at all. A new tooth has already sprouted behind this tooth but his teeth were solid like rock (OK, I exaggerate).
Son has all but given up hope of playing a wind instrument. So last week, after careful consideration, we decided that it would be a good idea for him to take up drums and percussions so that he could enjoy some ensemble playing which you can't do if you only played the piano. So the wobbly tooth is really welcome.
As for the piano playing, he's sailing through the 'difficult' pieces. He's even begun to work on the most difficult homework piece so far and he was even calm enough to work through several bars on his own this morning, both hands together. He didn't get upset that he didn't get all of it perfect the first time around.
There is hope.
Thank you, God.