Learning to channel one’s aggression is as American as apple pie. So is a Fender Strat. So I guess it only makes sense that rocking out on the guitar would be a great way to release some of the stress and anxiety of toddlerdom. Especially for a toddler whose only word is helicopter and Ah-na-na-nah!
Apparently, one of the best cures for little dood’s temper is a good old-fashioned jam sesh. It doesn’t matter where the jams are coming from. Guitar. Piano. Makeshift bongo drums. Head-butting. Music is the “head-clearer” du jour. Er… du week?
…At least until that gets boring. And then it’s on to the next household item that can make noise and doesn’t break in five seconds.
Just another day in the life of a tortured artist, man…