Boniface and I on a roll, groovin’ into a routine of learning Suzuki tunes on the violin, talking about curriculum, and then talking about pedagogy. My big pedagogical goal for him is to be able to take any piece and break it down into its smallest parts. If he can do that, then he’ll be able to teach anything that he can play.
Not only that, but it seems that it is becoming somewhat of a tradition to have a small dance party in the kitchen at night. I miss dancing so much that I’ve taken to just walking in the kitchen and solo dancing to whatever is on the radio. (And lately it has sounded remotely Latin, so that’s way better than Celine Dion.) Mama Ken (whom I have taken to calling Mamasita Ken) busted out such amazing pelvic moves today that Mirriam rushed to close the kitchen doors so that no one would see what was happening.