In the band

When Justin was in high school, he was a drum major for his marching band. He went to school in San Diego and their band was huge. It was quite prestigious, not really like my high school where it wasn't that cool to be in the band. Anyway, I think some things run in the genes because the other night we were on a walk and Nolan's ears perked up when he heard the band practicing at the high school down the street. So we went and got the car then drove over to have a closer look.
Nolan sat on the grass and watched the pep band practice. Pretty soon, several girls were motioning for him to come closer and help them play. He ran over to me and said, "Mom, those girls want me to play their instruments." I could tell it was a casual practice because some kids were messing around and their teacher wasn't caring. I told him it was okay. So one of the girls came over and taught him how to properly play the tambourine. Every time the teacher started up the song, Nolan could be heard playing perfectly on beat! He eventually joined up with the band, standing just feet away from the teacher. He did a great job, until the teacher stopped the songs and Nolan would keep on playing. Oops. We let him play for a good ten minutes, until Justin walked over to get him. Nolan reluctantly gave the tambourine back and the girl told him to find her at the football games and he could play the tambourine again. He was so thrilled! For several days he would say, "Mom, I played in the band! Can you believe that?!"
Maybe someday Nolan really will be in the band, just like his Dad!