He loves it. He can’t play it yet, but that doesn’t matter. Soon enough he’ll be able to play, I figure. For now, he can just sit with it, and pluck the strings, and watch people play on tv. Same with the piano, which he also loves.
We might be raising ourselves a little musician.
Not a singer, though. He doesn’t like to sing. Ivy seems to, even so young. I guess we’ll see where life goes.