Ukulele

In an effort to keep my guitar from being ruined in the future, I went and bought a cheap ukulele for Sebastien.

It's just the right size for him and the strings are much easier to strum. His first composition was a slow ballad, when Rick left him to go out and walk the dog. It involved some languid strumming and very sad singing to the words: "Daddy-papa, daddeeee---papaaaaaa."