Noah put "iTunes gift card" on his Christmas list and ended up indentured to Apple for $100. So basically, music has been on his mind this year. Even our pre-bedtime pillow talk arguments have revolved around musical topics.
"Can't you just accept that part of me needs Leona Lewis?"
We've agreed to disagree. We've also agreed to start a band.
Noah's the lead guitarist, I'll play bass and Kyle will provide percussion. We don't yet have a drum kit—or a bass, for that matter—but last night Noah and I held an impromptu jam session with his guitars: I strummed the G chord (and you'd better believe I relished repeatedly mentioning the G-string) while Noah provided the detailed musical stylings. I rocked so hard, I even lost my pick inside the...guitar hole? Whatever that opening is that the strings go across.
Elsewhere, Ethan and I have discovered a talking dancing point: Pandora on our BluRay player. He stood on my lap, batting his eyelashes and swaying amorously as I serenaded him with Regina Spektor's Fidelity. What can I say? We have a calling.