A frightening moment came one afternoon as my 3 youngest kids happened to be in my bedroom.
I was sitting on the bed listening to one of them practice. It was the year we discovered Suzuki and the Mom was part of practicing process. Who knew?
We had a fireplace and hearth in the bedroom, and the hearth was the perfect height for the perfect Suzuki posture for the 5 year old new cellist, so he was sitting there.
The two older sisters were passing through for some reason lost to history.