My youngest son (my Clone) is taking ukulele lessons (yes, ukulele – ‘ concert ukulele’ actually:) ) lessons from a young gal who is a private instructor. Last night was his first lesson.
After my Clone showed us some chords that he learned, he told us a little about the lesson and the cute, young instructor (my oldest son heard how cute she was and might suddenly be interested in some lessons).
My Clone explained that during the lesson while the instructor was demonstrating a chord and slipped, she said “Oh crap.” She then looked up at him and apologized profusely for saying such a bad word in front of him.
He had a terrific grin on his face as he explained this to his curses-like-a -truck-driver mother.
I asked him if he explained to her why she shouldn’t worry.
His Clone grin grew large enough to reveal his Clone dimples and he explained that he didn’t want to shock her … right off the bat, anyway.
We’ll save that for next week.