Usually when I teach, Elijah reads in the hallway outside the studio, watches the lesson or plays with his toys. Occasionally he likes to join in and tries to play the piano along with the students. Yesterday he disappeared for a couple of minutes and all was quiet. That usually means he's up to something.
I called out, "Where's Elijah?"
I could hear rustling and toddler steps.
Ten seconds later, Elijah appeared at the door of the studio. He was wearing my salmon pink pashmina shawl around his shoulders and was carrying a trailing end to prevent it from dragging on the floor. The lesson disintegrated as both myself and my student fell into peals of laughter, which of course made Elijah very proud.
I sure wasn't expecting the dress-up games to be starting this early.