Three blind mice

Or hot cross buns (really, the mice are gone).

A-man has joined the band.  I have to admit to a really crappy mom-moment two weeks ago when we went to the music store to get the instrument... really, I am paying that much?  because there is no way this kid is going to like the clarinet, stick with the clarinet, we are going to fight over the clarinet, he's going to lose the clarinet, i don't even like the clarinet...

I WAS WAY WRONG.

This kid *loves* his clarinet.  He wants to practice everyday, and not (shockingly) because it makes his brother do this:

although clearly at some point he will figure out how much it pushes little-T's buttons and then we are in real trouble... but in the meantime, he just honestly loves playing hot-cross-buns.  over-and-over-and-over-and-over (I will say he has really improved on those 4 first notes in this first week!).

bigT, who was at the Twins game last night, thought 3blind.mice was an appropriate song choice for the umps.  I decided it was at least better than listening to the Yankee-loving national sportscasters.