Pure and unadulterated evil

Today Devon began his first music lesson. It was a baptismal gift from a dear friend and something I have been really excited about for him. Devon sits at the piano and pounds the keys everyday and spend the majority of his time singing or wiggling his wee flat rump, so the music class seemed like a fabulous idea. Unfortunately I couldn’t take him today since I had to take the older spawn to the dentist, so my mother took him. She told me that Devon spent the entire class either walking around the tables or watching the class from a distance of at least 12 feet. (Devon likes to do things on his own terms and running into a class where other kids frolic and interact was not to his liking this morning.) Luckily the teacher is a bleeding heart music freak who believes that music is vital to young souls, so she spent an extra half hour after the class with Devon and my mother. So pleased was she with his hidden interest in the beat, that she sent home instruments so that he could enjoy the upcoming six days before the next class.
This is where I should thank the heavens above that the teacher is in touch with young souls and their need for musical educations. This is where I take comfort in the fact that not all American citizens are Bush supporters, that the arts are alive and well in a few small corners of our nation. And I would were it not for the fact that the teacher sent home a drum. A DRUM for fuck’s sake. WTF??? Does she have no common sense. This thing is immense. So much so that Devon can plop his whole self atop it and truly get in touch with his inner beat. Me? I just want to jump off the balcony into the center of the effing thing and have it all end in a rum tum tum of horror.