Literature
Pass It On
Everyone had just about settled into their theater seats for the piano performance when Mrs. Quinn realized her four-year-old son was missing. She and her husband instantly began a frantic search for him, cut short when they noticed several audience members whispering about some strange child crawling onto the stage. They looked and gasped, for their little Jeremy had clambered onto the stage, and then onto the piano bench. He tapped on the keys. Mrs. Quinn could have kicked herself. To stoke her son’s excitement for the upcoming recital, she had taught him the first few notes of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” on their piano at home, and now he was showing off what he had learned, again and again, to the astonished onlookers. The parents pushed their way along the row towards the aisle, already murmuring the initial batch of the many apologies they would likely have to deliver while retrieving their son. It would be a nightmare.
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