Spring played hard to get;
N wanted her lunch,
except when she didn't want it,
until she wanted it again,
at which point she only wanted it if I would feed it to her while she danced around the kitchen table between bites.
And then two piano students came in for their 100th lesson. And they had flowers.
For me.
For our 100th lesson.
But even that paled in comparison to their old-fashioned thank-you note.
I think this week is going to turn out quite pleasant after all.
