Our second grader asked her father at breakfast this morning, “Dad, are you ever going to be in a band?”
He doesn’t play any instruments or sing, so he explained to her that it was a rather unlikely possibility.
But she persisted, “You could learn to play the guitar. It’d be cool if you were in a band.”
At seven, she’s already concerned about whether or not her parents are cool enough for her.
Our four-year-old daughter also thought it would be a good idea. “I could play piano in Daddy’s band.”
I’m with the girls. rock on!
Our four-your-old has since followed up to let me know that I should be the singer in their band. She mentions “our band” almost daily and thinks we should start practicing immediately.