One early morning, while the TV kept me coherent, my son, as usual, entertained himself with his toys.
Then. Out of no where...BANG! BANG! BANG! I hear.
As I was jolted out of my sleepy gaze, my attention was redirected towards the coffee table where my son apparently had set-up his very first stage of homemade drums for an early morning rehearsal. Little did I know, a musician would be born that day amidst our routine cartoons and breakfast cereal.
4 comments:
Wow! You are such a great mom! I think I would have gone crazy with all the noise! He sure is a cutie though!
Oh my gosh that is the cutest thing ever! What a cutie you have!
What a smart little guy to set himself up like that. So cute!!
And to answer your question, yes we paid for her seat....and I'm glad we did. We chose the free route when she was younger and it was not such a pleasant flight! I'm pretty sure we flew Hawaiian. :)
I knew it! I knew it! He has his Mommy's and Daddy's musical genes.
A budding musician. Not only can he play, but he sings and dances too! Granny Lynne loves him.
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