Our grandson is a drummer. He plays drums for 4 to 5 hours a day. He uses pots and pans. He uses toy drums. On his second birthday his parents bought him a real, miniature drum set. He is not allowed to have real sticks until 10am, so as not to annoy the neighbors. He occasionally uses toothbrushes because they are quieter. When he came to visit me earlier, I had to hide the bamboo knitting needles I keep in a stein on the hearth. He thought they were drum sticks. His dad is a worship leader and this child has grown up watching his dad play in a band. He encourages his dad to get his guitar if he is home. Uncle B must play the piano. I was encouraged to run around. He counts, "Two, Four! " while hitting the sticks together to signal the beginning of the song. He holds his head like a drummer, hits the symbols like a drummer and has begun making rhythms. The first day he got the drum set, his mother pulled bloody sticks from his blistered hands. When his dad opened for Steven Curtis Chapman, he was able to go in the back room and compare blisters with Steven's drummer, his son. You see him here pretending he is playing with the band in church. The boy has drive.
This is the video of when he first got his drum set in April. We sure do miss him!