Corwin has been singing a lot lately, apparently to pass the time or just as a background task. He tends to alternate between hymns and cartoon show theme songs. Now and then he’ll sing ones he’s learned at school, including one interminable one about Farmer Brown’s travails with pesky critters eating his crops. Apparently he sings better than I do, because Mom has never turned That Voice on him and said “please don’t sing”.
On the instrument front, Corwin is starting to play real musical pieces instead of practice pieces. Mom is very excited about this. I suspect that Mom is planning on retiring in a few years on his concert earnings.