My Clever Kid

When I picked Bridgette up from school, the day of her class open house/performance, she insisted that she had to have a drum.

She'd been practicing the Fifty Nifty United States song for weeks, and now, she assured me, she had permission from her teacher to bring a drum and pound to the beat.  Not wanting to dampen her enthusiasm, I took her by Target on the way home.

The toy drums at Target, however, didn't satisfy Bridgette.  Instead, when we got home, she went to work.  She knew exactly what she wanted.  She got her Dad to hand her down one of our plastic pitchers and a roll of duct tape.  She ran and got a stick.

Quickly, she strapped the duct tape over the pitchers opening.  The she wrapped a wad of duct tape around the end of her stick.  And lastly, she fastened more duct tape into a strap that she looped through the pitchers handle.  Voila!  A self-made drum.  It was great.

As it turns out, her teacher did compliment her on her creativity.  BUT, she did not actually have permission to pound her drum during the song.