Really, It's the Piano that's Faulty.

On the way home from our camping trip we listened to some instrumental piano music that I've enjoyed for a long time. I think my mom and I got the CD when I was about 12 years old.

Nathan was asking me about the songs and what they meant. He sat back and listened for awhile, then asked,

"Mom? How come our piano and Nana and Papa's piano don't sound like this?"

"Well, because this man knows how to play the piano."