Before I go to bed tonight, I have to write down the conversation the kids had at dinner (because I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll have forgotten). It started with Andrew telling us that the neighbor boy is getting pretty good at guitar. The rest went like this:
Mom: "Well, maybe someday, you guys can have a band."
Andrew: "Maybe."
Grace: "Andrew can play the drums, and Joey can sing, and I'll be the dancer."
Joey: "What will you do, Mom?"
Mom: "I could play the keyboard!"
Grace: "No, you'll be the watcher."
Joey: "By the time we have a band, you'll be really old. Like eighty. And you won't want to come watch, because you will say it's too loud. Old people don't like loud."
So I guess there goes our plan for a band. I'll just be too old to be the watcher.
