One of the best parts about being a piano teacher is listening to all of the astoundingly cute things that my students say. I hated that, as a preschool teacher, I couldn’t share anything. But as a private music instructor, maintaining anonymity of course, I can share the humorous bits of of my days.
“Go ahead and put your hands up on the keys,” I encouraged, guiding her hands up to the black keys that she was about to play “Old Pig Donald” on. I sighed internally as she pulled her hands back to her lap and turned her cute pig-tailed head to stare at me.
“I’m starving.” She announced for the third time that lesson. What else did I expect when her mom had scheduled her make up lesson for when she’d have normally been eating lunch and napping at her preschool.
“I’m hungry too,” I told her, then I leaned in and faked eating her shoulder, “Om, nom, nom, nom, can I just eat you?”
“No!” She shrieks indignantly through her giggles. “You shouldn’t eat little girls.”
“What?” I ask, “You mean little girls aren’t meant to be eaten?” I am expecting the standard reply of no that this question always gets (what can I say, I have a lot of hungry preschool aged students). What I wasn’t expecting was her reply.
“Well, they do have meat in them.”
Ah the logic of an almost 5-year-old. It is impeccable in its timing to make a teacher want to laugh so hard that she’ll cry. We did finish the lesson though without any little girls being eaten or perishing of starvation.