I Wanna Play That Guitar!

This evening, for dinner, we ate at a small restaurant, specializing in yummy tacos and great atmosphere.  It was a very small spot, and our party of four adults and four kids under the age of four, took up most of the floorspace.  As we were waiting for our food, a guitar and mandolin duo sat down next to our table, and prepared to play.  Christian, who had started to riot on account of his hot dog not arriving yet, was immediately intrigued.  He pointed at them and said “Momma there’s a guitar.” 

As they began to play, fun upbeat tunes along the lines of “Proud Mary” and the like, Christian clapped his hands and danced in his chair.  He was distracted from the music, only by his hot dog arriving.  After engulfing his dinner, he suddenly noticed something across the room.  This restaurant had a lot of paraphernalia hanging on the walls.  Photographs, license plates, and a couple of embellished acoustic guitars.  One of the guitars had gotten Christian’s attention, and he began to demand that we take it down.  “I wanna play that guitar!” he shouted. 

I had a hard time convincing him we couldn’t play that particular guitar, but he finally relented when I said we could play the guitar back at the house, later.  I love that my son loves music, and I love that he appreciates live music.  I especially love that he wanted to join in their set.  They would have been lucky to have such a beautiful second guitarist.