The Marching Band

Last night a band of 7 adults and one precious boy marched through my parents' house, playing an interesting assortment of instruments. I was the flutist, with a plastic hammer as my flute. We also had a violin (sticks- Krista), cymbals (foam paddles for Mimi & a mayonnaise jar lid & softball for Leonard), and of course a baton for the leader (Q-tip- Ben). (I can't remember what "instrument" Dad was playing.) Patrick was our "audience," and watched us go by with a stunned look on his face. Our marching rhythm left something to be desired, and our music ranged from "Turkey in the Straw" to a calliope song, with several originals thrown in simultaneously. After two rounds we stopped, and a little boy smiled a hug smile. I'd do it again in a heartbeat! I only wish I'd had a video camera rolling!