HE PLAYED, WE SANG

So I was at the nephews house (Ian's house) and we go to his bedroom and he starts playing his drum set and he shows me something he has learned, the cross arms where the right hand plays the high hat set and the left hand plays the snare drum.. Still no true rhythm, but that was a start.. He starts playing a jam that is just a rock & roll dream.. Then he stops and looks at me and says, you want to try?? I say I'll give it a try.. A few days after he got the drums for Christmas we were there and his high hat cymbals came undone so I set them back up, and sat behind the set and banged them a bit, no rhythm.. This day would be different.. I sat down and started to play a rhythm.. Strait forward 4/4 rhythm, very danceable.. Them I went of track and went into some other rhythms.. All the time I'm playing his drum set I watch him and he starts tapping his foot to the BEAT I AM PLAYING... No I don't think giving him a drum set for Christmas was a waste of money at all.. He might play the drums, but he definitely has the rhythm gene no doubt about that.. Anyway,

From last Thursdays debacle at walmart:: A mistake is a mistake, we went to walmart to look for a coat for the little guy and he tried one on and he was done.. He didn't want a coat so he heads to the toy section and the first thing he picks out is a guitar.. Grandma is a sucker for letting him have at least something.. This was a toy guitar thing, presets for different sounds and such.. He then finds five other toys in succession each getting cheaper then more expensive then he stumbles across a cash register set and it runs on batteries and isn't running there in the store, that alone is a reason not to buy it in my mind.. However he REALLY NEEEEEEEDS THIS cash register.. "How we can get this?" His favorite saying.. So mom gets it for him.. We get to his house and he plays with it, gets the batteries in it and the bells and whistles work for ten minutes then it stops.. He starts in that we neeeed to go get that guitar.. Pretty soon it's a full blown crying match which tugs at the heart strings of his grandma.. we leave and thinking a night would change him with sleep and all.. The next day I get down there and sure enough first thing out of his mouth is "How we can get the guitar?"... I wasn't ready for that but I almost bet mom that he would say something about that before the day was out... I just didn't think he would say it before I got the door shut getting in Friday morning..

Fast forward to Tuesday and first thing he says to me when I pick him up at his preschool is "How we can get the guitar?".. holy shit.. So we pick up mom and I had already been to walmart earlier and saw the guitar he wanted was not there.. And so mom was trying to prepare the little nut for the possibility that it might not be there.. He looked up and down those aisles where the toys are and I did earlier try to find it but it wasn't there.. They had the "First act" guitars there which are very early model guitar for learning for four year olds.. So he picked one out and got it.. I did see a guitar toy thing that might have been what he might have wanted but I would rather he have a close to the real thing than another toy type.. Anyway long assed story short he has a guitar.. Maybe now he can sleep...

BH