Strumming.
For at least a year, which is quite a long time considering you are only two and a half years old, you have been fascinated by guitars. I don’t know why exactly. And I like that this is your thing, an interest that just materialised in you.
I spotted an old toy electric guitar on the side of the road that had been thrown out. We stopped and picked it up for you and your face lit up – but it couldn’t play anymore. We felt heart-broken watching you carry this old broken noise-less guitar about and the brave face you put on your disappointment. Maybe for Christmas, I whispered to your father. Enough is enough he said and he went out to buy you a guitar. You might like to know that, when you are older. Because as generous and adoring as your father is, he rarely buys anyone a present – it is one of those family tasks that generally falls to me. Have you noticed?
Rocking out.
I tuned the guitar for you and it even sounds quite pleasant now.
I would be very tempted to tune it to an open chord…
This happened to us too. Little cutie pies.
That’s sweet. Also very cool of Cormac. My son (not quite two) has passionate interests too but he is not as cool because one interest is animals which is nice, the other is throwing rubbish in the bin. This would be a different story if Bill had gone out out to buy Cormac very his first rubbish bin.
How adorable! Libra had an ukulele for all of about a week before he managed to smash it – now we are forced to put his love of all things strumming on hold until he’s a bit more careful with his toys.
I think throwing rubbish in the bin is very cool.