A few weeks ago during a mundane trip to our local Best Buy, Benjamin had a life-changing experience. No, he didn't kiss a girl for the first time or see the Virgin Mary on a piece of toast. That was the day he saw his first electric guitar..
The shopping excursion started out routinely enough. I browsed the CDs, Vince shopped the video games, and the kids tagged along. But then Benjamin grew restless and wandered off. Soon, he found himself walking-- no, found himself pulled towards the music section where he beheld row after gleaming row of shiny new guitars..
As he walked beneath the guitars, he solemnly intoned the color of each one: "Yellow 'tar. Back 'tar. White 'tar. Wed 'tar. Boo 'tar.".
He also ran his little fingers over the dials and switches of the practice amps.....
...and tried stomping on a pedal board..
Later on at home, he wielded his own plastic toy guitar with a new sense of reverence. I thought I also detected a hint of longing for the fine instruments he'd seen earlier, but I'm sure that it's only a matter of time before he has one of his own..
After all, being a rock star runs in the family!
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