The scene: the dining room table. K is at one end with his laptop, bb is at the other with hers.
Below them Oldest grinds out a guitar intro over and over and over again.
Suddenly, Middle appears from his room, runs downstairs and starts a drumbeat.

bb: Too funny. Oldest has been playing those chords for ten minutes, just waiting for a drummer.

Oldest and Middle wail off into a fabulous song -

K: And they could SO parlay this into SOMETHING...

bb: And they could call themselves THE BROTHERS GRIM!


Anonymous said…
You are SO going to miss these years. Savor them.
(Guess I don't need to tell you that, huh?)