He took Teddy to Long & McQuade, a music and musical goodies shop here in the city. And he let him do THIS:
Uh huh. That's a drum kit. And that's my kid giving it some; to the cooing admiration of a handful of his uncles.
Drums you guys.
The thing is, my sweetie is (at 39) learning to play the guitar. Which - maybe the hottest thing ever? He's spent six months working his fingers to nubbins while me and the dog sit around gazing adoringly at him like super-hairy groupies (what? I sometimes forget to shave my legs.)
Teddy is similarly impressed. I'm really proud of my sweetie for setting that kind of example to him. You know, the "it's never too late, you just have to work hard and practice and you can do anything" example. Well that and the all-important "guitars = adoring girls/boys/dogs" lesson.
But Drums? DRUMS? really?
Le sigh. Anybody want to open a book on how soon I cave on this one?