Wake Up Call
My son, Bubba, got a trumpet for Christmas. He loves that thing. He loves it so much, that playing it is the first thing he wants to do in the morning. Needless to say, none of us want to hear it that early. So what does he do? He takes it outside, stands on our back deck, and blows his little heart out.
"Dude," I said when I heard him this morning. "The neighbors really don't want to hear you blowing that thing at 7:00 AM!"
"But it's great music," he said.
"Great music, or not, it's loud, and people might still be sleeping."
He shook his head. "They're not sleeping. Everyone is up for school. And if they're not up, they should be up. I'm just helping everyone get out of bed so they get to school and work on time."
How thoughtful!
"Dude," I said when I heard him this morning. "The neighbors really don't want to hear you blowing that thing at 7:00 AM!"
"But it's great music," he said.
"Great music, or not, it's loud, and people might still be sleeping."
He shook his head. "They're not sleeping. Everyone is up for school. And if they're not up, they should be up. I'm just helping everyone get out of bed so they get to school and work on time."
How thoughtful!
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