Rock Star

Josh's guitar was down to 3 strings, the outcome of rocking out a little too hard. He loves his guitar and plays with it at least once everyday. I don't think I can say that about any other toy (unless you count his "Little Sony" cassette player or certain books). His favorite thing to do is turn on the Sony and strum and sing while in front of a mirror.

So we needed to get it fixed. I let him carry it into the music store by himself. I wish you could have seen it. Here are all of these long haired tattooed hardcore music guys and Josh comes bouncing in (the way only Josh does) with his little red and white Elmo guitar.

The guys loved him. I think they may have seen a little of themselves in him. One guy said that Josh's guitar was the coolest one they had ever had dropped off to them. They marveled at how it was indeed a real guitar, not a ukulele. One guy tuned it up and started up a song. I have only heard Josh play it so I was surprised to hear how it could sing!

Josh had to walk around the store. He seemed truly amazed at all of the guitars, drums, microphones, etc. He had to be bribed to leave the store. He was upset and confused why he couldn't have his guitar back but we made it out.

Today we went back to pick it up. As soon we walked in Josh stared out in a dead run toward the back of the store where someone was playing an electric guitar in one of the rooms. Josh stopped right in the doorway and stared open mouthed at the man. I managed to grab an employee on the run. The guys were all so excited to give it back to him.

I managed to pull Josh away from the guitar player so I could pay up front but as soon as I handed over his guitar he bolted to the back again. I found him in the doorway, stoically strumming while the guy smiled and played.

Once again, bribing was necessary. He has been playing the guitar for me while I write this. He may not be an athlete, but he may be a musician. The coolest girls prefer musicians anyway.