This morning at breakfast I asked Owen, "What type of instrument would you want to play?"
He thought...and thought...and thought...
Thinking towards the classics I suggested, "A violin, perhaps?"
I was there...seeing my boy with his white dress shirt, black pants, pint-sized violin, standing in "ready position" for the Twinkle recital. How adorable, right?!
And then he says, "No. I want to play the drums! Yeah!"
With that he runs off and bring back his guitar and microphone and puts on a breakfast show worthy of Lollapalooza for a good 15 minutes.
Adjusting expectations...another reminder that my child is his own, not mine.
2 comments:
Ha! Maybe you could try telling him that lots of drummers probably started out playing the violin. You might not want to mention that they switched because they hated it. ;)
Ha ha how funny! So true...they have a mind of their own!
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