He decided on the clarinet. Okay, I can deal with that. I really thought he'd go for the drums. Had he, I would probably be living elsewhere.
Yesterday he came home from school and said that his teacher wants him to practice at least fifteen minutes everyday.
I said, "Well, get too it. Let me hear!"
He assembled his instrument and started licking the reed.
"W., are you suppose to do that?"
"Yup!" He answered enthusiastically.
He was taking this very seriously. I had to stifle my laugh because he looked like an overly thirsty lizard with the way his tongue was darting in and out of his mouth.
"This is a G note."
Blow....OH HOLY HELL! My body tightened up like I had just gotten an electric shock treatment.
"Wait, let me try again."
I braced myself this time.
Blow....Okay not as bad, but he definitely needs work because his playing reminds me a little of Squidward Tentacles. Only it was worse because he is practically screeching those sounds into my FRACKING EARS!!!
He continued to practice for a few minutes while the dog hid at my feet, R. buried her head in my lap, and T. announced, "THAT'S HORRIBLE!!"
I think I may have to set up a special place for him to practice. Like the shed. You know, so he'll be able to concentrate and not be interrupted. I'm such a great mom that way, always thinking of his best interests.