Tickling the Ivories

We have a new toy here in the Johns household.

Chris' Aunt Brenda and Uncle Larry needed to get rid of their piano, so we are the gracious recipients.

Now, just because my mom has a degree in Piano Performance, my Aunt has a doctorate in Piano Performance, my Grandmother is THE piano teacher in her hometown, and my Dad is a Music Minister, DOES NOT mean that I acquired the piano-playing gene.  I did not.  I received the science gene.

So, what will we do with his piano?  Maybe nothing.  It might just sit there and look pretty.  Or Jackson may learn to play "Creepy Crawlers" just like "His Girls" in North Carolina.  (My Aunt's kids...you know, the one with the Doctorate...)  Or we might just ask Grandma to play Boomer Sooner every night before we go to bed.  It's all still up in the air.

But, I have a piano.