The scene at our house last Sunday was no different...
Giancarlo, whispering: “Mom, I am going to sneak into the room and say thank you for Christmas to Dad.”
Me: “Maybe we should just let Dad sleep, baby.”
Giancarlo: “No, I have to say thank you.”
He peeks in the room, “Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad,” each time a bit louder than the last.
Geoff groans. “Dad, thank you for Christmas. Dad, are you sweeping? Dad, I want to give you a kiss.”
Giancarlo pulls himself up on the bed, tearing all of the covers off of Geoff, and then literally falls on top of him. “Ouch. Sorry, Dad. I wub you.”
Whispering again, “Mama, Dad is still sweeping. Should I wake him up with musak? I will play my drums for him.”
And so it begins. The band starts to joyfully play and march in our bedroom at 6:30. “Woo-cia, let’s do band. Here you play too.”
Upon receiving a set of plastic toy instruments from his grandfather, Giancarlo decided early on that Lucia would play the kazoo. Yes, my baby girl walks around our house, blowing air and salvia out of a kazoo.
The musical talent in my household does not stop there. As Giancarlo has showed me time and again, why play one instrument, when you can play two at the same time?
It seems a pity that this musical genius is seen only by a sleepy Dad on a Sunday morning. Fortunately, a post on Forever Folding Laundry inspired me to dream bigger.
I have a number of friends with kids around the same age as mine. Why not combine forces for our own economic gain? We might have to start out singing in malls, but I am sure it wouldn't be long before we could conquer the world Hannah Montana style with DVDs, pillows, party supplies, clothes, and toys.
Of course, given our children's age, they could probably benefit from having some sort of "mentor"...a guide to help them navigate the treacherous waters of fame and fortune.
Sasha Fierce, are you interested?