elisha pulls up the chair, hops up on it with his guitar and then pleads with papi to play his guitar with him. asher just totters between them and his curious fingers try to tune the guitars.
during dinner i look over and see elisha swaying from side to side with the music with his eyes closed – or more accurately, squinty-like like a crooning singer on stage.
asher is our carseat dancer. he specifically likes to move to the thumping bass of dark-tinted cars with shiny rims at stoplights.
all of this makes me wonder when i’ll be able to get these boys some real music lessons.
if you didn’t catch this american life this week, please do. sarah vowell reads about her school music experiences, including marching band and a recorder ensemble. hilarious. really.