It was an impulse buy. There we were at Fred's, with Dennis long past naptime, and I spotted a kid drum set up beside the register marked down to $14.99. I know he learned about rhythm in his music class at school today. I know he loves to play Rock Star all the time. I know people always kid about giving other children (not their own) drum sets. And yet, I found myself grabbing the box putting it up on the counter. His eyes got huge. "Is that rock band for me?" he asked. Yes, I replied. "Can we take it home with us?". Yes. "Can we open it today?". Yes. "Can we ROCK OUT?". Yes. Much dancing ensued. He carried the box to the car and loaded it inside. He got in and then rode all the way home with the box on his lap, checking out the pictures of the happy rock band children on it and periodically giggling with happiness. He couldn't wait for me to assemble it, hovering anxiously and making commentary. And then he gave me a heck of a concert, drumming furiously and yelling in his best hair band voice "OH YEAH! ROCK N ROLL, YEAHHH!". He drummed to slow songs (slowly) and fast songs (wildly). Tonight we bought him a toy microphone and rigged it up on my guitar stand so he could sing while he played. Such bliss. I'm not sure I've ever seen him more excited.
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