Fatherhood

They’ve been wanting to learn for a long time now, and we’ve been wanting to let them, so now they’ve got their chance!  It’ll be a long, slow road, but better than being half-ass taught it in school like I got.  Did I play violin?  No, “play” is not the term that I’d use.  More accurately, I released the screams of the damned in a form of such a dissonant cacophony that Eldritch horrors recoiled to their depths.  So, yeah, I saved the world from Cthulhu, then I proceeded to pretend to play so that I wouldn’t sonically stab people in the ears.  I like to think that if the instructor had time to provide any kind of individual teaching that I would’ve at least been able to raise my skill level from “unholy” to simply “bad.”

I’m wearing my fractal Phoenix design (made by yours truly, though the shirt looks a lot more worn out than it does here), while Kia’s got some unicorns running around on her shirt with a plaid button-up on top of it.  Arwyn’s got her Dream Legend nightgown on because she’d change into pajamas/nightgown as before dinner if we let her (we don’t).