My son plays the maracas.
You guys… I’m serious. Give the kid a sombrero and a gold studded bolero and he could be the entertainment at your next Mexican fiesta. After all, what pairs better with a chimichanga and fishbowl margarita than some tight maraca rhythms? “La Cucaracha” is his jam.
So just imagine Sim’s dismay when, right before bedtime, he was faced with this ghastly proposition– a Sophie’s Choice for baby musicians: to play music or to eat. Without the dexterity required to hold his bottle and play the maracas at the same time, Sim had to make a choice. I should mention that he was very hungry at the time.
All he had to do was drop the maracas. That’s it. But no. First he tried to hold the bottle with his maracas— that didn’t work. Then he tried lifting his bottle with the maracas— no go. When it came down to it, neither thirst nor hunger could tear him away from his instruments. He chose the maracas– but he wasn’t happy about it.
(In 5 stages):
“I CAN have it all”