This kid comes by it naturally. From as early as we can remember he loved to bang on drums, blow whistles, strum a guitar, play a harmonica, pretty much do anything he can to make music. He started singing at a really early age and loves to listen to songs and pick out the instruments in them.
So tonight we were at Oma's and the boys were in the attic doing something and a few minutes later we hear this BWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH from the other room followed by giggles. Oma just smiled, it must have brought back memories but it made me jump. Turns out Dada's old trombone was down and being brought back to life. It only took him a few minutes before he was set up in a chair by himself playing Jingle Bells. Honest, this wasn't ten minutes after it had been pulled from the attic and he'd never touched the thing before. I guess letting him blow as many whistles, horns, and harmonicas as he wanted to has paid off.
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