Little bear is literal

Little bear has far too many angles, and I do worry about keeping up with him.  Also I worry about other people keeping up with him.

Today was piano lesson day.  Little bear is resisting piano lessons.  First of all he complained that he didn't want to go ever again (I said firmly that he was going), then he insisted that I promised that this would be the last lesson (I said he was continuing to go) and then he complained bitterly about the pain in his leg making it impossible to make it as far as the bus stop (but it didn't stop him thirty seconds earlier hurtling round the playground on the way out of school).

The trouble is that little bear doesn't want to do piano lessons because he can't be bothered.  It is the only activity apart from martial arts' grading that he can't walk to in ten minutes, and OH takes him in the car for the grading.  So he has to walk yards to the bus stop, then yards to the piano teacher's house, and then I usually force him to do shopping after that.  And not only that, but he can't just do the piano.  It is not coming effortlessly to him.  He has to work at it and practice - and that is not fair!

When we got to the piano teacher's house, I asked the (really lovely) piano teacher about teaching little bear the melody for 'London's Burning' as that is a song they are learning at school.  'Would you like to learn that?' asked the teacher.  'No, thank you.' Little bear replied politely.  The piano teacher blinked, but carried on with the planned lesson.

A little later the piano teacher was showing little bear a new tune.  'Would you like to play that for me now?' She asked little bear.  'No, thank you,' said little bear firmly.  However he did not have the option this time. 

And then the teacher turned over a page, showed him a tune that he had never seen before and little bear did a really good job of picking out the tune.  He is still at the stage where he is learning to read music, and how to play the notes and he has just graduated to using his left hand and his right hand, although not together.  And he was brilliant, working things out and figuring out a note that he had never seen before.  He is picking things up really well, remembers the information forever and soaks up what he needs to know like a sponge.  However, he doesn't want to be bothered.  I am determined that he will learn how to persevere.  I may break first.