I wish I had a picture to show – but we’ll have to do with 1000 words (or less) instead.
He’d eaten breakfast and played on the computer. He was dressed and ready for school, except for his shoes and socks, and his sister was finally emerging from her room. He went upstairs and closed the door, Club Penguin forgotten for now.
Soon I heard strains of “Bad Moon Rising” coming from his amp as he practiced the new song his guitar teacher introduced to him.
The song was very recognizable (always a plus when played by an eight year old.) He wasn’t singing his new lyrics “I see a baboon rising”, but he had belted them out in the shower last night.
After making sure his sister was eating her breakfast I went into his room. I wanted to tell him how wonderful it sounded and to get his glasses so I could put them in his backpack for school. I walked into his room, and rounded the dresser, which in its new spot blocks immediate view of what’s going on.
And there he stood, electric guitar in hand, amp plugged in, one bare foot resting on the amp as he played. On his head was the plastic top hat that came with his magic set. On his face dark ‘blues brothers’ sun glasses.
He’s just absolutely too cool to be only eight years old.