And then little red riding hood was eaten by the tiny bear who had a broken chair

I teach piano to two little girls in my ward. Today was the weekly lesson and with this lesson I learned even more about their contrasting personalities. The first one is as sweet as a little girl can get. She talks to me, but still listens. She needs me to explain things but tries to understand them even if it's strange. She takes a little longer to get a hang of some of the concepts and notes whereas her sister, if she tries, understands them within three minutes. The sister has a much more fiery personality. From what I can gather and how she acts, she hates piano lessons. Near the beginning she was understanding what I asked her to learn with little difficulty because she put effort into it, but now she's growing tired of putting in that needed effort. She's not having much fun anymore which makes my job harder because now I need to put the fun into it that she's not putting into it. I think I did alright today......There was a picture of some little kids on the page of the song she was learning. Some of their mouths were open as if singing (or talking but singing worked better) and playing at the same time. One of them was doing a cartwheel and another was hopping on a pogo stick. They were having a grand, happy time, illustrating the title of the song, "The happy song"...imagine that. So I asked this little girl what it looked like they were doing.
"I don't know!!" came the reply completely soaked in annoyance.
"Well," I said tenderly (hopefully it came across that way), "it looks to me as if they are trying to sing."
"SO?"
"They're trying to sing but they're not doing a very good job," I commented hoping my plan would work. She looked at me and then at the picture.
"Why aren't they doing a good job?" she asked accusingly as if it was MY fault they weren't singing well. Her face was painted with suspicion.
"Because there is no music to sing too! They need your help!" I feigned alarm.
"I can't help them!"
"Sure you can. All you need to do is play your song. Then there will be music and they can hear what they need to sing," I was really pushing it.
"Okay! Fine!" she said after deliberating for a bit. She played her song again and we fixed a few little spots. Finally the little kids could sing! (the angels were singing Hallelujah's too....thank goodness she finally played the song).
And that is what happened today. If I don't learn anything about teaching the piano to little children by the time I'm off to college I will have definitely learned how to deal with little trouble makers.

And then her Red Pride was eaten by the tiny song who thought it was broken.