Music Class
George and I just completed a summer series of music classes. Here's what a typical class was like. First we'd arrive, take off our shoes, put on name tags, and then go find a spot on the center rug. George would pick at my name tag until he pried it off my shirt and then he'd stick it to the window. Next he'd hang out in the corner.
He'd then spent the next half of class just running around the perimeter of the room. Most of the other kids and their mommies were in a circle in the middle on the carpet, singing, dancing, and playing music games. And George was running laps, either by himself or with other renegades. At some point musical instruments would be brought out and George would grab something and run off with it (in the picture it's some bells).
Sometimes he'd come into the middle of the room to either flop on the floor on his back and stare at everyone, or actually even participate for awhile.
At the end of class we'd sing a goodbye song and every child would get a turn to strum the teacher's guitar. George was terrified of the guitar for the first month and would hide behind my legs. But he warmed up eventually and by the last class he was trying to strum that guitar for the entire song. I'd have to restrain him in order to let the other kids have their turns.
