My Trombone-ista

I thought it was pretty cute when Mitchell came home from school and asked if he could have thirty dollars. I was...THIRTY DOLLARS? What in the world for?

He said smiling, eye-brows way up, "I'm in the fifth grade...band!"

My heart melting, I asked what instrument he was interested in. He said for his first choice trumpet, second choice trombone and third choice was the drums.

Yesterday while dad and I were taking a nap we were woken by a BLURP, BPPPTHHH, THWOMP, BLLLLPTTHH. All we could do was laugh.

I walked out and saw Mitchell with his trombone, blurting away. CUTE! CUTE! CUTE!
My lil' Trombone-ista