We got rhythm

So dinner at our house was actually very fun tonight. We laughed and talked and for a half-hour (because that's about as long as it takes for the boys to eat their single bite of everything on their plates), our evening was just what I always imagined life with four kids would be.

Almost.

I don't remember how it got started. But Andy started banging on the table, clapping his hands and singing "We will, we will rock you..." You know the tune, right? So of course, Blake joins in. Then Brady, despite having fever and feeling crummy, found great delight in being one of the "big boys". And then, of course, because Brady can't do anything without his personal copycat mimicking his every move, Max started in, too, laughing maniacally the entire time.

Sydney and I just stared with our mouths hanging open. We are so outnumbered around here. And neither of us bothered to remind the boys about the "no singing at the table" rule.

The good news is that all three boys show excellent rhythmic talent.

Good thing they now make electronic drum sets with headphones. It doesn't matter what they cost. The day one of them says they want to play the drums, I'm so buying one.