As most of you know, you can not enter our house without some form of music being played. Taylor has had free reign of the piano and drums since he could reach them and pounds on them daily. He's making music, we promise. If he is not playing his instruments, he is singing. He does a rousing rendition of "Jesus Loves Me" and "Old McDonald."
Today, Taylor decided it was finally time to teach his little brother how to play drums. So, he handed Josiah a wooden spoon and a bucket and tried to get him to drum along with him. I was cracking up as he went through how to hold the "drumstick" and told Josiah to "play loud." He even had Josiah's hand and was helping him bang on his drum.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to have some future rock stars on my hands.
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Must have a proud Daddy . . . . sons following in his footsteps. Better get your ear plugs ready, Momma!
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