Sydney started pulling her baby doll bed apart earlier, so she could use the legs as drumsticks. Her plan was to bang on my coffee table with little metal poles . . . umm, don't think so. I took them from her and told her that I'd find her something else to use. The only thing I could think of was wooden spoons, so I gave her a couple and off she went. She started banging on the coffee table first. I grabbed a bucket and told her to use that. I think my poor table has suffered enough without me letting her purposely beat on it. She started drumming away on the bucket, and it was LOUD! I suggested drumming on the carpet. She replied, "I know, the carpet can be my cymbals!" Really?? Cymbals?? How in the world did she know that word?? I let her play her "music" for a few more minutes before stopping her. My nerves couldn't take it anymore. Harper slept the entire time . . . . who knows how! :)
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