Sep 202008
Aaron: “Daddy, we’re going to have a band tonight! You know, with instruments?”
Bo: “Cool! What is an instrument?”
Aaron: “It’s something that you play!”
Bo: “Uh-huh. What are some musical instruments you know?”
Aaron: “There’s the accordion…”
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Roll out
the barrel
We’ll have
a barrel
of fun.
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Or maybe there is an Easter Egg in the KISSOLOGY videos he found.
He appreciates Cajun musical traditions.
LOL! Cajunvegan, we should get his brother a washboard.
You know, my great grandmother owned (and played once upon a time, I assume) a beautiful accordion that I’d guess burned in my mother and sister’s house fire in 1993. I have great memories of my dad and I playing it–me pecking out the melody on the keyboard, and him working the bellows and the harmony. I’d say I was 8, maybe?