Harry came home today, went to the piano and played some music. It wasn't any music I recognized, but it was very pretty. When he was done, he came to me and said "Did you hear what I just played? I composed that during school."
"It's very pretty," I told him, "but what were you supposed to be doing in school when you were composing music?"
"I was supposed to be doing a picture prompt [writing a story based on a picture]. I couldn't think of anything. So I just wrote the music down."
That should provoke an interesting comment from his teacher.
I can't wait.