We spent last Saturday with a friend of ours watching the civil war Duck v. Beaver game. (GO DUCKS!) Well he introduced Carson to the world of the electric guitar. ::swoon:: Carson playing a guitar bigger than himself probably was the cutest thing next to kittens, rainbows, and baby narwhals.
So then sunday night rolls around and I'm all like looking for an activity to keep carson interested for more than 5 minutes and I ask him if he wants to write santa a letter. (draw cause well, he's 3) He drew 5 pages of guitars, he forgot some important features like strings, but thats besides the point.
Then monday rolls around and we made our way to costco. Of course in the toy section is a freaking kid sized guitar, and my fucking darling knows how to get his way child pipes up with "Mama I want a eeetar, play songs for my mama and for my oliber and my doggy" I just about exploded in costco from the adorable sentence he just uttered.
Pretty much after that its been "santa this and eeetar that"
So like any good santa playing mommy, I've been researching guitars and sizes and amps and shizz. Santa will deliver on a little boys wish for a eeetar. Thats for sure. :-)
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