T. is behind me in the dining room. He is sitting on the piano bench and pulled down one of the song-books and opened it up (to the About the Authors page, ironically) and is now playing on the piano. He sits nice and straight, uses both hands and is being gentle and precise. It's not a song he's playing, per se, but if you weren't listening, nothing about the posture or anything would indicate that he wasn't doing it exactly the way papa does, right down to periodically peering closely at the page.
This should be fun to watch over the next few weeks.