I promised Billy that if he pooped on the potty at daycare he would get an extra special gift. This is what he wanted. Not a toy guitar. Nope. A real guitar. So, as of today he has his very own guitar, just his size. Yes, it's a real guitar from a music shop and he'll have to learn to play it correctly. I don't know a thing about guitars, but Daddy can teach him.
Future Eric Clapton?