The woman who taught our children to play piano called my wife today. Over the years, she and my wife have become very good friends.
The conversation took a little bit of a strange turn this time.
“I have two guys that might be possibilities for Bean (our oldest daughter).”
When my wife expressed surprise at the change of subject, the piano teacher said, “Well, these guys are a little shy…They’re not players like Big A.”
Huhhh?
Players like Big A???
A decidedly unhip 64 year old piano teacher called my son a “playuh”!
My darling sweet son???
The one who I have repeatedly confronted about his light but nearly constant flirting with members of the opposite sex???
Your honor, the prosecution rests!
