Kerst disappeared a couple of times during Sunday General Conference. We knew right where he was. It's difficult for him to conceal his whereabouts; he was pounding away on the piano (once upstairs and the second time down in the "mancave" on the Clavinova).
I swear that kid has an addiction. In fact, I know he does.
Later that day we took a walk around the block and he recognized his piano teacher's home. He was itching to tickle the ivories again and rang the bell to see if he could play a song before heading on our way. Silly kid!
(Sadly, noone was home)
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Can he share that enthusiasm at my house? That is awesome. He is such a great kid.
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