Movin' On Up

We've progressed.

Not in the area of picking up dirty laundry, turning off the light when we leave a room, or cleaning off the table without being asked.

Oh no, none of those things.

We've progressed from this....

 

To this.

 

It is loud.

Well, that is not true.

It sits silently minding its own business until my son enters the room.  

Then the house shakes.

I love music, but I have never quite understood the need for ALL those cymbals.  Even the guy we bought the set from said he didn't use them all.  The one on the left of the picture that is shaped differently underneath? That one sounds like a gong.  My sons have invented their own version of The Gong Show, which they have never seen in their lifetime.

It is delightful.

We told our son that if we bought this, that we expected participation in the school band, the praise team, church services, and a college scholarship out of the deal.

He thought we were serious.

We had a good laugh over the whole thing.

In reality, what we should have done is made him sign a contract to provide hearing aids for us for the rest of our living days to compensate for the hearing loss he is causing. 

In spite of all the noise, I still prefer this to any other instrument. A wrong "note" (beat) when practicing drums is so much better than a squeaky clarinet or a blaring trumpet.

Even if it does take up half the house.