I was minding my own business — sitting fully-clothed on a shower chair alternating my injured foot between buckets of hot and cold water — when I heard my husband tell Isabelle, “You need to pick out your pajamas now or your brother is going to be playing guitar in your bedroom.”
Before I could question the absurdity of that statement, Ari appeared in striped pajamas. He made his way into my bathroom with an upside-down guitar singing the new “Blues Clues” theme song.
Then he started singing “Oh, Chanukah!”
And then he left while carrying his guitar to the next destination carefully saying “I’m not going to hit into the walls with my guitar.”
I had to laugh. After what was a day filled with a meeting, appointments, and some not-so-good news, I needed the comic relief.
18 thoughts on “This is bedtime.”
❤️our oldest son at that age wanted a gintar as he called it. His grandparent bought him drums instead. When he was 10 we finally did buy that guitar which he learned to play.
Gintar! Love it.
And comic relief he will continue to provide … thank you for starting my day with a chuckle. I am thinking Isabelle got her PJs on pretty quickly!
Yes, she picked them out quickly. 😊
“I’m not going to hit the walls with my guitar!” I imagine he’s heard that a few times in that beautiful new house! So sweet.
Yeah, just a few. 😏
I think Ari playing guitar in your bedroom should be the newest punishment….”If you don’t eat your vegetables, Ari will play guitar in your bedroom!”…”If you don’t finish your homework, Ari will play guitar in your bedroom!” This was so cute and funny. The traveling musician who NEVER bumps into the probably freshly painted walls.
It could be a new punishment! (Perhaps if we got the guitar tuned up it wouldn’t be such a punishment. But, then, that wouldn’t make for a good story, would it?)
Rock and roll! Out of tune guitar, with just four strings, is punk rock on the prowl! Now get him an amplifier.
Punk on the Prowl sounds like the name of his one-man band. 🤣
Ha! Your husband knew just how to get her moving and Ari played his part all too well!
And move she did!
Do I sense a traveling minstrel here?
When I read your hook – bedtime didn’t go as planned and then read your piece. I think it did go as planned by someone other than you. Someone knew you needed a pick me up, a smile, a memory to cherish. Keep on singing Ari.
I did need it last night — for sure.
We had to take the guitar away since it was getting banged into too many walls. He now has a new instrument that he “strums” while he sings. It’s my cane. (Oye.)
Oh, the absurd things that parents say! You capture this moment perfectly – just exactly a slice of life, and a wonderfully funny one.
Thanks, Amanda. I was having a really rough day yesterday and didn’t even know what on earth I’d write about. Moments later, my roving musician found me.