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Everyone went to track. I walked around once with B. A. and T. both participated. R. ran with one or the other part of the time. It was pretty fun. I got to see B. and R.
R. took T. to Costco. Later, T. was playing with A.’s toy microphone (it’s a little inflatable thing, probably from an arcade). Since he can be quite destructive of her toys, I said no, and she also said no. So then he wanted his own. I asked if a real microphone would be an acceptable substitute and got out the ludicrously cheap electronic keyboard and microphone that has been sitting on a shelf in the living room for years. Once R. got batteries in it and the microphone hooked up, T. had a lot of fun with it, and wants to keep it in his room. Sounds great to me.
R. took T. to Costco. Later, T. was playing with A.’s toy microphone (it’s a little inflatable thing, probably from an arcade). Since he can be quite destructive of her toys, I said no, and she also said no. So then he wanted his own. I asked if a real microphone would be an acceptable substitute and got out the ludicrously cheap electronic keyboard and microphone that has been sitting on a shelf in the living room for years. Once R. got batteries in it and the microphone hooked up, T. had a lot of fun with it, and wants to keep it in his room. Sounds great to me.