Why drummers shouldn't have kids

Or, at least shouldn't let them play drums.

Grace has joined her school's drum line (yep, they have a drum line, a dance squad and a step team in elementary school. Love it!); according to her, Mr Garret (one of the coaches) has declared that if they want to play snare, they need their own sticks. Wisely (imo) he has decided NOT to let 8, 9 and 10 year olds borrow his sticks!

So, I went out at lunch today to the local music store to buy her a pair of sticks.

I have to admit, I started with the Vic Firths and other good sticks. And, no, they're not expensive, but a little voice in the back of my head did say "Are you really going to pay 8 or 9 dollars for drumsticks for a kid???"

Then I saw the jar of cheap sticks on the counter. Three dollars a pair, they're still decent, seemed like just the thing for a budding percusionist. I even bought two pairs, figuring the chances of her breaking or losing a stick were pretty high.

Then I had to drive home.

With my iPod playing Meatloaf's Bat Out of Hell.

With drumsticks in the car.

I was good, though -- I only used the sticks when I was stopped at red lights!!! (the rest of the time I just drummed on the steering wheel with my hands like I always do!) And, I even left both pairs of sticks at home for Grace, rather than taking one pair to my office!