This is Pi Day #049
Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
It’s not that she can’t use chopsticks, but we’re talking about a kid who stubbornly refuses to even learn proper dinner knife skills, instead relying on her overhand fork jab to scarf down most family meals. I spent a good deal of time touring through Vancouver’s budget conscious sushi circuit in my early twenties, so my chopstick dexterity is more than adequately matched to the occasional stop for a roll or a bowl, but the kid hasn’t had quite as many opportunities to practice.
On a tangential topic, only loosely related to sushi but definitely related to persistence and practice, this comic marks the official start of year two of This is Pi Day. And if you’re interested in that sort of thing, I could also tell you that as of this weekend I have drawn (not published, but drawn) exactly 100 comics and strips. This is Pi Day is getting real, folks!
This is Pi Day #023.a
You reach a point in this parenting gig where the extra-curricular activities are as much for you as they are for them. I mean, sure, they’re learning new skills, belonging to a social club, being active, having fun, and all of it on your dime. But on the other hand, you get an hour to yourself to veg out on your phone while you wait to drive them back home. So… win-win?
This is Pi Day #021.c
You can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fish.
Oddly enough, this comic comes out on “opposite day” in our musical household. Circumstances being what they are, The Girl will being accompanying her dad to HIS music lesson tonight to make sure he is the one practicing.
I asked her if she wanted to sit in, maybe jam a bit on the piano (there is one in the studio even though we only occasionally use it for tuning my violin) but her response was as expected: “No. I’ll just wait for you in the lobby…” pause… “Can I bring my iPad?”
I guess the apple don’t fall too far from the old tree after all.
This is Pi Day #021.a
Fatherhood is like playing the piano. It looks easy until you try it.
I may be stumbling along trying to learn to play the piano, but like the all good parents of a ten year old, we’ve put the Girl in piano lessons. She’s been at it for six years.
…which means six years of practice.
…which means six years of forcing her to practice.
What is it with kids and musical instruments? Do any of them actually WANT to learn to play these things?
When she was really young this had meant hovering over her as she tapped each key, played each note. But nowadays it usually entails reminding her… and then giving her some privacy to get it done. That doesn’t necessarily mean it happens without a bit of coercing. And either way, I’m never quite sure what my role is in this little practicing game until the last note is played each night… and even then I’m just glad it’s done.