Gaming Prodigy Pillows

'We have a problem. The computer game he invented promotes violence. But he was offered $10 million for it.'

"You're just gaming down there? Shouldn't you be issuing your first IPO for some billion dollar internet enterprise you've created?"

Impressing dad.

Felix Mendelssohn

Computer Science Class 10101010101.

'You don't have to explain the software to me. I wrote it while I was in the womb.'

'Anything you can compute I can compute better. I can compute anything better than you.'

"Michael, your father and I are worried that you're awfully young to be singing the blues."

'Wash your hands, it's time for your piano lessons.'

"I haven't started playing the violin. I hide my vegetables in here!"

"This next one is my own quirky rendition of Berlioz's 'Symphonie Fantastique,' Movement 5, 'Dream of a Witches' Sabbath.'"

'I have a feeling one day when he grows up he'll be an artist of some kind.'

'I think what we need now is someone called a computer programmer.'

'After hours of rehearsing together, little Judy Barlow is going to play 'Three Blind Mice' while her father screams, 'Keep that racket down, will ya?''

"His first word was 'Dotcom'."

You don't have to explain the software to me. I wrote it.

"Attendance is up, but they tune out my sermon to play wordle."

"I tested very high in playing."

Pushed to the max by the algebra test, Tim's brain spontaneously combusted.

'Teenage Beethoven.'

"The margin of error is plus or minus one hundred percent."

'What did I tell you about playing the piano in the house?'

The Piano Dreams Of Home

"This is Alexander. He’ll be heading up our hacking division."

"All the salmon has disappeared yet every door to the house was locked. Oh, it's a mystery all right."

Violinist.

'You win. Go out and play.'

"Look. He's just created his first text output object."

Franz Liszt

"Harold, not only was it perfect, It was perfectissimo!!"

"You see, darling, he plays a Steinway, just like you."

'He's researching out-of-state kindergartens.'

'I think winning that last hand went to Bob's head, because he now has an entourage.'

"Tip my boy."

"Still on your left."