One December morning, right after getting Olyut off to school, I sat down to feed my baby when my phone started to ring. I picked it up to see who was calling. When I saw that it was Olyut's school, a million thoughts ran through my mind.....he's being bullied again, he forgot his lunch, he fell on the playground, he's sick and I'm going to have to pick him up. Nothing could have possibly prepared me for what happened when I answered the phone...
"Oh hi, Olyut...what's up buddy?"
"Mommy, I forgot to bring my, oops I mean Uncle Brent's....I forgot to bring Uncle Brent's banjo with me to school today. I need you to bring it to me"
"Brent's banjo? Why do you need Brent's banjo?"
"Because today is our class Christmas party and we're supposed to play an instrument for the class."
"you don't know how to play the banjo, bud."
"But I do. I really do!"
"No you don't Olyut, besides that is only for the kids in your class that take music lessons."
"No it isn't. Come on! Just bring me the banjo."
"Yes it is, your teacher sent home a note saying that some of the kids in your class take piano lessons and have wanted to play for the class, so she was going to let them play for your party. You don't take music lessons but you can start some if you want to. I don't even know where Brent's banjo is and even if I did, I'm not going to bring it to you. You don't know how to play it."
"I DO! I really DO!!"
"No you don't buddy. Now go back to class."
"Olyut? Go back to class now please."
"Fine. I guess I'll just have to sing then." *click*
He hung up on me!
It was ok though, I could hardly keep from laughing by that point of the conversation. I'm not quite sure how he got it in his mind that he could play any instrument, let alone the banjo that had been collecting dust in the deepest, darkest recesses of his Uncle's closet. But he was so sure. And I bet in his mind I was going to hop right in my car to bring it to him. And when it was his turn to play for his class, it would look something like this...