One of the weird side effects of having a kid is getting to watch all of your psychoses and personality foibles present themselves all over again in a new less damaged person. Last night we had a pretty sizable meltdown over something equally silly and profound. (1/) She's been playing piano for a few years now, and is pretty good -- especially considering how little time she has to practice. She's got a natural knack, and because of that, she can, well, cheat. But now she's at the point where she's stalled out progress wise. (2/)