My mother taught all of her children to play the piano. At least, she started us out. Sometime in the third or fourth year we'd each start telling her how to play the piano, or how to teach, or just backtalk. Then she'd set us up with another teacher. We'd listen to someone who wasn't Mom much better, though Mom still had to encourage practicing.

I wonder if we got sent down to earth because we were telling God our Father how to run heaven.