Mr. Matthew Monkey Pants

I was practicing piano for a new show earlier, and Matthew was quietly (well, not so quietly) playing with some of his new percussion instruments behind me.  (He has an uncanny sense of rhythm, so this was not as hard as it sounds.)  Halfway through the piece I suddenly realized he’d gotten all quiet.

And giggly.

Fortunately, I had the camera on the back of the piano (one of the few places left that’s out of his reach) because I turned around and saw this…


Mind you, there’s a perfectly accessible matching window just on the other side of the couch.  No table in front of it, and it’s exactly the same view.

Apparently, Matthew cannot wait to be taller.