Last Sunday I was bored because we have the 12:30 time for Church which means a lot of wasted time in the morning, tired and hungry kids at Church, and futile attempts to keep Emma awake on the drive home. I went to the bedroom with the intent of grabbing a book and saw my guitar sitting in the corner. I haven't touched it in a very long time and decided I either needed to start playing it again or sell it.
Just before bedtime we let the kids jam out to songs like Yankee Doodle and Merrily We Roll Along. And Green Day. Because those are the only songs I know how to play. Sad, I know. I took lessons for three semesters and had a private teacher one of those semesters--that's how I learned the Green Day song. Nathan learned how to play a song in his mission, One Last Kiss, which I can't stand. So to be kind, he only played a little of that one.
The kids loved it though. Not the Green Day or One Last Kiss, they loved being able to play the guitar themselves.
Fun was had by all and I'm sure we'll do it again soon.