“Sing a little song”

Santa brought Jonas an electric toy guitar for Christmas. It's what his passionate little 4-year-old heart desired most in the whole world.

I thought it might just be a passing fad, like airplanes, loved one minute and discarded in the toybox the next. That's why Santa didn't fork over 300 bucks for a real guitar.

But, he carries his guitar everywhere he goes. We lock it in the trunk when we go to the store. He sets it lovingly on the fireplace hearth before he goes to bed. Sometimes he just uses it as a lovey. Often, it is next to him on the couch, where no brothers can touch it, and he uses it as a weapon against them threateningly if they get out of line.

He wrote his name on it in crayon.

Sometimes he even plays it. We've tried to teach him a couple of chords. He's figuring out how to hold it and where to put his fingers.

Last night, he composed his first original song and it's not too bad. (click link here.)

I absolutely love this side of Jonas. He's got a style most of us at 40 wish we had. He's naturally cool — and I have no idea where he got it!

Rock on my little man — rock on. Momma's always gonna be your biggest fan!