This morning my cello was out because I've been practicing for an upcoming concert. Guess who was very interested in it? My little explorer Joshie, of course. As he headed for the music room I said, "No" and he turned and looked at me wondering if I really meant it or not. He paused, but then tried again. Another "no" came from me as I come to get him before he pierces his finger with my endpin or knocks the bridge down, ah! While I packed up, he found another instrument on the bookcase, one much more appropriate for him to play with so I let him. I pretended to play the violin and he loved it!
