…A mother of three boys saying "yes!" to the question, "We have a drum set we're not using. You want it?"
(it didn't come with drumsticks, but chopsticks make some mighty big noise too, for now)
Oh and, "SURE! We'll take the keyboard that makes all the crazy noises and plays 'I Love You Just the Way You Are'" too.
This is how I know, without doubt, that I will be gray, deaf and a little cuckoo in my golden years…. or maybe sooner.
Then again, if I could bottle up all the laughter – Daddy showing the boys "how to rock it out," Ryder counting off his "set" – "a one, a two, a one, two, three, four!".
If I could save forever the image of three little backsides, swayin' to that funky beat on the keyboard.
Well it might make the loss of my hearing and a few brain cells a small price to pay.
May your week be filled with joyful noise too, friends!