And On Drums, Spazzy McGee.

We have three bedrooms, but one has been set aside as a sort of Room of Requirement.  Ours, however, doesn't disappear when unneeded, so I decided to undergo the immense project of actually cleaning it yesterday.  (I'm waiting for Jason to read this and tell me what a nerd I am for that Harry Potter reference, but he would have understood it even if I hadn't specifically said it is from Harry Potter .. hmm .. )  So, the room does have a floor!  And a drum set.  Jackson waited outside the door while I swept and as soon as I let him in, he ran right to the bass drum, smacked it a few times, then ran out of the room screaming .. in delight.  I was straightening up our living room today when I heard a distinct tap-tap-tapping.  So I grabbed the camera and snuck up on Jackson playing the snare drum with my high-hat clutch.

Well, that's no way to play a drum.  I got some drumsticks out and put Jackson on the stool.  He played for about five minutes straight.  Yes, it looks like he's going to be a rightie.  I'll tune the set, I promise.