All that banging on pots and pans really paid off. He stinks at guitar and he does more spitting up on the microphone than singing into it, but he has nailed the drums.
He doesn't even need drums. Give him some drumsticks and he'll pound away on anything...an ottoman, your laptop, your knees while you're trying to take a nap.
I think we have a musical prodigy on our hands!
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I see you got my "Player" wife beater. He is getting so big.
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