So he comes to the bedroom, smiling and playing a few strings, excited about his new found treasure. He then proceeds to tell me that he took guitar in college as a required music class but failed it because he broke his finger playing soccer so could no longer learn to play the guitar. This explains why he doesn't know how to read music and why the guitar is completely out of tune!! Again I had no idea! However, this does not stop him from serenading Jaggy and myself every night with his own versions of Desperado, some Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel and of course Patriiiiiiiiick Bruel. The serenade ends with Jaggy usually looking surprised and wondering what this noise is while mommy rolls over laughing and shouting "Please make it stop".
This pic has nothing to do with the topic but I love it. Like father like son! |
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