Piano Recital

For some reason, my parents always got the giggles during our piano recitals growing up.  If I remember correctly, it was the silent, can't stop, tears falling down your face kind.  Thanks Mom and Dad.  Good thing we knew we were loved.  I'm sure it was a nervous laughter that had something to do with the fact that their children didn't practice as much as they should have for the recitals.  

I love playing the piano.  I'm not the greatest.  I can read music, you could probably guess the tune, but you would never be able to sing along with me due to the fact that I have to hold certain chords until I figure out where my fingers need to go next on the keys.  

Max has endured many butchered songs and amazingly, I think he likes it.  So, I thought I would start him early with his first ever piano recital...