Just one of the many things I love about the boys' preschool is its rock solid music program. Fourty-five minutes of every single three- hour day is devoted to all things music. And it's not just singing and dancing. The boys shake, drum and use mallets on all these sorts of instruments, some of which I confess I can neither pronounce nor spell. Today, as an added treat, I got to sit-in and join the kids watch a mini concert by a multi-awarded, twenty-four year old pianist. Oliver Salonga, this wonder boy who is even more wonderful for agreeing to play for the kindergardeners, has been making beautiful music on the piano since he was seven. Do the math. Ahh-maz-ing.
Somewhere in the middle of his variations on Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, a three-year old belted out her own little variation. Think My Way by the dreaded office mate who's had one too many on karaoke night. Amusing side show. After the first few keys from Beethoven, a little one shouted "I know that!" His Chopin piece brought the house down. Mak was overheard in between all the applause and the More! More! shouting "O-li-ver! O-li-ver!". Hmm... son, very classy but one day I shall teach you to say Bravo.
|Waiting for the show to start. Do you see Tato?|
|Mak (in yellow) with classmates|
|Oliver Salonga working his magic|
|Answering questions from curious minds|
Tonight, still inspired, there is some clanging and banging coming from the playroom. Tato is trying to revive an old battery-powered drum set he received some Christmases ago. Mak is looking for a tambourine he won as a prize in some birthday party. They are both screaming to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Ta-na-na-nan! Ta-na-na-nan! Music to my ears.