Yesterday, Vince and I limped through an hour-long violin practice session. It really should have been 30 minutes, I don’t have the time everyday to sit there for an hour negotiating with him the merits of counting or bowing. Tears on one side, exasperation on the other side. I have been slowly ramping up my expectations of Vince, with schoolwork and chores and violin practicing. It is not fun for either of us. Vince loves having fun and doing stuff that he has to do is not fun.
Here he is with a pal, testing out different flavors of smelly pencils.