Cooper watches intently as Mr. Nate (one of Alan's students) sets up his trap set. "Another green drum!" "A cymbal!" And then Cooper watches Dr. Parr, the band director, count off the band to start playing. "One... two... one, two, three, four..."
When we get home, we play lots of pep band. This is Cooper counting us off -- in a crazy, rock-band-drummer kind of voice. And then he stands and directs, and would be snapping his fingers if he could.
We've gotten even more creative. Cooper decided an ice scraper looked like the pedal on Mr. Nate's bass drum. And he found a flashlight to use as a horn of some kind. At first, I thought it might be a microphone, but now I'm pretty sure it's a trumpet.
And only certain pep band songs will do. Alan and I try to mix things up -- my high school fight song, the "hey" song -- but Cooper has clear ideas about which songs he wants to hear.
So this is Cooper counting us off, directing, insisting on a different song ("Sing the other band song!"), drumming, snapping, and trumpeting to the Baker fight song.
Alan and I are more than happy to nuture a "band geek." I'm a little concerned though about raising this guy:
3 comments:
I think it's time for Parr to retire and let this new talent step up.
SO awesome. So, so awesome.
It's time for Cooper to have his very own set of drums! And throw in a trumpet while you're at it too. That will make your house peaceful.
Loving viewing it....from Harlaxton!
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