Earlier in December, we took Henry to see the man in red at Neiman Marcus downtown. They have a pretty fancy setup. Henry gets to crawl through a gauntlet of tubes before we go wait in line. He told Santa he wanted drums. That’s all he’s been asking for. He’s a weird boy.
Christmas morning, my evil wife hung a sheet in the hall to keep the kid from peeking early. This is him eagerly waiting for his mom and dad to get themselves a cup of coffee before we let him through the curtain.
Oh look at that! Santa remembered his drums. Joy!
But seriously Sarah and I don’t mind the sound of him rocking out on his drums. He really loves them and practices often. He’s since started lessons with “Uncle Damon” and isn’t half bad!