I was just finishing up brushing my teeth when my husband told me something about himself that caused me to spew the water I was rinsing my mouth with all over the counter. He had been giving Bug advice on playing the piano in seminary class and shared his glory days of seminary piano playing.
“When they needed someone to play the piano, I’d raise my hand and say, ‘I’ll play. But I’m not really good at that song. I can only play the right hand.’ Then a girl would come sit with me on the piano bench to play the left hand.”
Hubby seemed pleased at being able to pass on a little fatherly advice to our son.