He just called from there - and I'm imagining him hunched over, hand cupped over his mouth and around the phone (because his voice is all muffled) when he says, "I'm in Star-Wars-geek-dress-up-nerd h**l," and he proceeds to describe the scene. Bwaaaaaahhhhhha! As a stay-at-home mom, I eat it up when he is the one in the middle of some ridiculous scene in the name of parenthood, since it's usually me (that being my job and all).
However. Hold on just a darn minute before you go all feeling sorry for him. Right now, I am at home where Alexx (17) and his band are practicing for a gig they have this weekend at the Geist Half Marathon. Five teenagers in my basement who have been playing heavy metal music nearly non-stop for over two hours now. And this is the fourth straight day in a row they have had practice. Of course, they always have to practice at our house because Alexx plays the drums. My spleen is starting to vibrate. And I hope that's okay; I mean - I've never heard of anyone needing a spleen transplant, so I'm guessing it's sort of expendable.
So which one of us has the bigger headache right now is totally up in the air at this point. But I'll tell you one thing - if Seth decides to play an instrument, I will generously let him choose between a shiny, new flute or a stately, handsome oboe.
Rock on!
Fortunately for us the jam sessions never extend beyond a couple guitars and a bass. They can crank it up and rock the house, but they don't have a drummer to play over. Daniel has asked on more than one occasion to begin drumming. My standard answer is "Piano was good for elementary school, guitar has been good for high school. Drums? Well, that sounds like a good purchase for your first home!"
ReplyDelete