Whatever musical talent granddaughters M and S possess does NOT come from me, I can assure you. My career ended after a kindergarten piano recital, my only recollection of which is that my fingers were numbered in pencil to correspond to the numbers on the keys. Plunk. Plunk. Plunk.
So I take no credit at all for this. Dad Ryan’s genes are to thank, along with his patience, talent and teaching ability. M is coming along well with the instructions and seems to really enjoy showing her stuff to us when we’re around to watch a lesson. Young S of course is right in there, albeit silently, as her violin is mainly for show, for now anyway.