I don’t think my kids read this blog, but Parker, if you are reading this, cut it out because there are going to be swears.  Graham, if you are reading this, you have been willfully deceptive about your ability to comprehend the written word beyond the kindergarten level, and you can consider yourself grounded. 

Anyways, on to the spoilers.  I got Parker a guitar for Christmas.  It’s 3/4 size.  I play guitar at about the ability level of a fraternity guy who is not a great guitar player.  Maybe he’ll like to play too.  He likes music and singing, but when we watched School of Rock, he was more excited to watch the drummer kid play drums.  Even after I told him that drummers are usually fat, it did not turn him off because my friend Matt plays drums and he is pretty thin. Anyways, I’m hoping he’ll think the guitar is cool and the whole family band thing will take off really soon. 

Problem is, now that I’ve had the guitar for awhile, it stopped feeling sufficiently gifty because it is something that he will have to work on and will be frustrating, and maybe he won’t even like it.  So I am going to compensate for these reservations buy purchasing items that will actually diminish his intellectual capacity, like video games, DVDs, and Harry Potter books. 

Parker, if you read this to the end, ha ha there weren’t actually any swears, sucka.