And so it’s about… his art?

We had another hitting incident at the Remo drum circle yesterday. This one mystified me, as usually W’s victims have at least looked at him funny. This kid was just standing there when W. hit him in the arm with his drumstick.

“Why did you hit that kid, anyway?” I asked him (after reading him the riot act).

“I was using dat widdle boy as a cwash cymbal.”

Oh. Great.

I mean, it’s not like we haven’t had to give the people-are-not-drums talk a few times, but never before for such a specific reason.

Sorry it’s been quiet ’round here… we’ve had company in our wee little room and that doesn’t leave much time or space for writing. Quick update: Everyone’s reasonably healthy, I’ve got a bunch of potential employment situations in the works, and… well, that’s about it in a nutshell. Fascinating minutiae to come.

2 Comments  to  And so it’s about… his art?

  1. jodiroadie says:

    > “I was using dat widdle boy as a > cwash cymbal.”

    Ok, is it wrong that I laughed out loud at this?! I mean, I know that hitting is ‘bad’ — but — must we suppress the creative bursts from this budding musical genius?!

  2. Elizabeth says:

    It is not wrong that you laughed. It is, however, wrong that I laughed. Just a little, but I think he caught me.

    I felt slightly better when none of the other responsible adults in his life could keep a straight face either.