Last night before bed, Juma pulled out his "guitar," a racquetball racquet, and serenaded us. Strumming away on the strings, he sang about a chair, a forehead, and an acorn. He has a musical preference for "fast music," rap, hip hop, and hard rock. These songs took on a 4-year-old's version of hard rock.
"I have a chair, oh yeah, oh yeah.
It is for sitting on, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!"
"There once was an acorn, oh yeah
It fell on the ground, oh yeah
It was so happy that it---"
He was at a loss for words on what an acorn on the ground could do when happy. I suggested that maybe it could grow into a tree. But he disagreed; an acorn that's not buried can't grow into a tree.
This morning he brought the guitar out again, and asked, "Mom, when I grow up, will you buy me a guitar? I really want a guitar." I told him that perhaps when we are in Utah, he could play a little on Grandpa's guitar, and see how he likes playing a real guitar.
"But I already know everything about playing guitar. I already know. I saw it on TV." He then proceeded to play some more, asking me to sing along the ABCs. Jamming away, he took a quick break in the middle of playing to mime tuning a string.
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He's got an Uncle Matt that plays a pretty mean guitar, too. (And some of his songs make as much sense as the acorn song.)
Juma actually loves listening to Matt's music---as long as it's fast. Like Killing Time.
Do you think he'll be too shy to sing like that in front of us? Matt's got a little ukelele Juma could jam on when he's here-it's just his size!
I'm sure Juma will warm up quickly. Maybe not the first day.
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