This morning at breakfast, Big Boy started playing air guitar on Little Boy's favorite little stuffed puppy. He told us that he wants a really cool guitar so he can play his really cool guitar song. He belted out, in a great rock'n'roll gravelly voice, a line from the Credence Clearwater Revival song "Fortunate Son," and told us that you have to sing really loud so people can hear you. (Where is he picking all this up?)
We told him that we'd love for him to learn guitar, and Scott offered to let him borrow Scott's guitar.
Big Boy looked at him and carefully (especially for a 5-year-old) said, "Dad, I want to play a cool guitar. Little Girl could play yours though."
Scott feigned shock and hurt while, out of eye-shot, I stifled my laughter.
We asked what would make a guitar cool, and Big Boy said he wanted his guitar to have sticker letters that read, "___'s Cool Guitar." That would make it pretty unmistakable, wouldn't it?
