My boys. They move fast. Quiet almost always means trouble, and I do my best to stay on top of them to avoid...well...messes and trouble that would boggle your mind.
However, recently, while I was finishing the breakfast dishes, I heard laughter (a sign trouble is lurking...second only to eerie quiet), a smash, and "JOOONNNN...NOOO!" I grab the closest towel to dry my hands and my 3 year old runs down the hall with this in hand:
This guitar was given to Christian before he was a year old. It has survived far longer than I anticipated it would.
Apparently Jonathan wanted to practice his rockstar moves.
What do you think? Future Billy Corgan?