Last night I was sitting on the front porch with M listening about his day. H came outside and said "mommy, I need to talk to you." He was very serious and my heart starting racing because I figured he needed to talk about his "crush" or maybe puberty or something like that. Well, he wanted to talk to me because he was sending out flyers for... band tryouts. He has decided that he is going to start his own band, and if you want to be in it, you have to try out. So far, he's only found 4 people that he is interested in. Beginning next weekend, our home will be turned into a concert hall. I must find the Tylenol now. H already owns an electric guitar with an amp (very expensive equipment provided by his Papa C), a drum set, and a keyboard. I don't know if these other kids will be bringing their own stuff or what. Anyway, I wanted to laugh so hard last night when he was talking to us about it, but he was dead serious and I didn't want it to seem like I thought his ideas were stupid. Honestly, M and I cannot wait to see what kind of music they play and stuff like that. I wonder what qualifies you to become part of the band? H couldn't play an instrument to save his life. He doesn't know how to read music. I guess that they will just do whatever they want and call it music. Hmm, that seems to be what all of these new bands are doing. Oh well. Hopefully, I can find something to do on the opposite end of the house. That way I don't appear rude when I don't sit in there and watch the whole time, because I know that he will make me!
