As a kid, when I told my parents I wanted to quit taking piano lessons, in a desperate attempt to keep me interested in music, they said, “We’ll buy you any instrument you want, what do you want to play?”

I said, “Drums.”

They said, “Anything but drums.” (And I distinctly remember my dad saying, “You have to have rhythm to play drums.”)

So that was it for me and music.

Tonight HAH went right to the drum set in our friend’s living room, climbed up on the stool, grabbed the brushes and started to play, while also singing “Home on the Range.” And we, as parents, cheered loudly from the couch… I think I was cheering the loudest.