Yesterday, I was silently listening to one of my nephews playing the piano. He was playing Old McDonald. Without a word, he stopped playing and looked at me. I walked to the piano and repeated his rendition of Old McDonald, being careful to copy his tempo and timbre. Then I broke into the first two lines of Mozart Piano Sonata no. 16. I stopped and quickly left out the door. He began playing Old McDonald again.
As I closed the front door, I heard his dad yelling and repeating.. did you just play that?