I just bought DD a guitar. It is definitely not my choice, rather something he saw and really wanted. The guitar is a pink Dora guitar that runs on batteries and plays loud songs. I'm not exaggerating when I say it's loud and there is no volume control. At 8:30 Saturday morning we went for a walk and DD brought his guitar. Did I mention it's loud? That's payback to the neighbors that don't rake their leaves or scoop their dog poop. GOOD MORNING from the Muffin Man, suckas!
The kid was rocking out with his pink guitar - lips, tongue, hips, booty. With that tiger hat on he reminded me of the hair metal bands of my youth.
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