The Fredösphere

We're taking der Drübermensch to three classical concerts this year.  We'll hear Peter and the Wolf at the DSO in November, and a kiddie koncert by the AASO (with an instrument petting zoo -- ooh, he'll like that!) in the spring.  First up, in October, is the Paul Taylor Dance Company at the Concrete Bunker, performing Le Sacre and others.

Two days ago:  "are pianos in orchestras?"

One day ago:  "Oh, I really hope I'm done with my piano lessons by October."

Gradually I figured it out.  He wants to play the piano with the orchestra!

For the first time, I felt that pang of pity that I'm sure occurs many times in the life of a parent.  This disappointment will be slight.  Eventually he will get a chance to perform somewhere.  But life has many other tricks up its sleeve.  The human condition lies it wait for him.  His enemy is a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

I have no choice.  I'm locking him in the house forever.  He'll be safe here.