Moozeek

Yesterday was a sunny day that bordered on warm. Simone asked the little guy what he'd like to do: go to an indoor or an outdoor playground.

His answer was categorical, "Ou-side!"

So Simone finished off her errands and drove home. After a quick hello and goodbye to the dog, she packed little B into his stroller and walked to the nearest playground. Little B was ecstatic to see two of his buddies racing around the playground.

"Hi!" shouted little B. "Hi!"

"This is D," little N said.

"Hi!" said little B.

"Bang! Bang!" replied D, aiming a plastic guitar at little B's head.

"No, no!" said little N. "Don't shoot him. He's my friend. Here," little N handed little B another plastic guitar. "You can use this if you want."

Little B regarded D's guitar dubiously then looked at the model in his hands. "Naaaan! Moozeek!"

"Yep," confirmed Simone. "It's a guitar. It plays music."

Little B nodded thoughtfully and strummed at the strings. "Moozeek."

"Nice," smiled Simone. "You'e an awesome player, little B."

"You turn," little B handed the guitar to his mother.

Simone plucked at he strings without much conviction and wondered how many great musicians started out with plastic instruments.

Likely none.