Big Daddy is a drummer. He's been drumming since he was 3. He's drummed professionally, he's drummed casually, he's drummed for fun, he's drummed for money. When he's not at his drums, the world is his drum (it's also his urinal, but that's another story).
It only seems natural that our cherubs are interested in drums. When I was pregnant with Bean, we found a teeny, tiny drum kit at a yard sale for $3. We had it set up near her crib, and we used to hear her banging on her snare drum over the monitor when she would wake up in the middle of the night. But, the set was pretty, well, worth just $3, and we ended up throwing it out shortly after Bean's first birthday.
A couple of days ago, an old client of Big Daddy's called us up and told us she had a kid's starter drum kit in her garage that she needed to get rid of, and asked us if we wanted it. It's set up in the girls' room now. And I get some quiet time, relatively speaking ....
They Know Me So Well... Kind of
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