Living with a middle school percussionist is never dull. She is always drumming her hands on something, using her eating utensils as drumsticks and playing along with every song that comes on television or the radio. She takes her role seriously and takes great offense at those comments implying that she has the build of someone who plays the flute rather than the djembe. So imagine her delight when she learned that our newest associate pastor is a percussionist. I knew since her mother was my brother's drum teacher and she did the percussion in our church programs. S, of course, thrilled in the knowledge that yet another girl she thinks so much of likes to make a joyful noise. I am so grateful she has our pastor and her friend, S, to show her the ropes...or the sticks. Pastor A came over this afternoon to rehearse for a little duet for a youth fundaraiser next weekend. It was fun to watch and listen:
I look forward to seeing the duet...and wll try not get tickled. She looks so intense.
I'll end on a funny. The boy was employed to help clean the bathroom when we were having a cleaning blitz. He is wildly enthusiastic about his bathroom cleaning skills, especially when his Nana might see the fruits of his labors. This is how I found him this afternoon:
Excuse the look of the bathroom. We are stuck in remodeling purgatory. He was perched on the edge of the toilet like a little potty bird. That kid is crazy. It is never dull in this house.
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