Channeling his inner Keith Moon? John Bonham? Neil Peart?

Don Henly, perhaps? Phil Collins? Or maybe Travis Barker or Tre Cool?

Regardless, The Boy loves the drums. Moreover, he loves to drum. If he spies drumsticks, he wants them, and once in hand, he wants to drum on everything: the coffee table, the Diaper Genie, the ottoman, the floor… It’s so adorably cute, it’s infectious. I’ve already decided if he’s still this interested in drums when he’s three, I’ll sign him up for lessons. Hey – Einstein took violin lessons when he was four, and they say kids who play music have a higher aptitude for math and science than those who don’t.

I captured the funniest moment on camera this weekend when he was sitting on Cute Husband’s lap, bongos propped up against his daddy’s knees. Drumsticks in hand, he lifted his arms in the air then began drumming on the bongos. Before we knew it, he started drumming mid-air to his right, making “pfth pfth” drumming sounds as he did, then back to the middle, and over to his left (again with the “pfth pfth” sounds). As he did this, I realized he was playing on an extended kit – and seriously wondered where he picked up on this! After all, it’s not like we have a drum set in the house, and the extent of “drumming” that we do is all from Rock Band or Guitar Hero World Tour.

One of these days, I will figure out how to compress the video to make it suitable for posting. In the meantime, you’ll have to take my word for it.


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