During a walk in the park, Richie (32 months) picked up a large branch that had fallen from a tree. As Amy began her customary about leaving stick on the ground because they might poke someone, Richie explained that stick was his cello. He ran his hand across the branch singing “De-dah,” tapping his toes, and moving his head to the beat. “Okay,” Amy said, “we’ll take the cello back with us.” Richie’s father, a musician, had recently moved out of the house, and Richie was struggling with how thoroughly everything in his life seemed to change. Amy wondered it music might be a connection with his father. When the group got back to the center, Richie, sitting on a milk crate and using a wooden spoon for a bow, gave the group a concert with his cello. It was the beginning of a ritual. Every afternoon after nap, children would help get the cello out from under the red sofa, and there would be a concert as Richie recreated a connection with his father.