29 of us, gathered quietly in the living room, waiting for the annual Easter program to begin. My mother sits down to the piano and begins to play, but there is no sound. "The keys are stuck," she says. "Someone has stuffed something in the keys." I settle comfortably into my husbands side as we wait for the problem to be resolved. How wonderful, I think to myself, that all of our children have outgrown that stage. I look suspiciously at the 3 year old twins and their 3 year old cousin running in and out of the back door . . .
"It's Silly Putty!" she announces. I bound up from my cozy seat on the couch and peer into the same small crack in the Baby Grand that she and three others are staring through. Sure enough, a Super Size amount of Silly Putty has been flattened like a pancake and slipped into an unreachable place, rendering all of the major keys useless. I look over at the birthday boy who had received the Silly Putty as a gift not 10 minutes earlier from the pianist herself. "Sorry," he says sheepishly as he shrugs his shoulders.
dang it.
4 comments:
It was a strange moment when we were all just sitting in silence waiting to hear a little more to try and decipher which one of us would get to stand. I think we all knew that Matt & I had a 98% probability rate.
I'm with Nick...I thought that is what silly putty was for?! How could I be wrong all these years?!
Dang it! it sounds like Aaron and I left 5 min too early!!
If we had been there, Conner would have been Nick's partner in crime!
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