What do you do when you have your leg in a cast for nine weeks and can’t chase your toddler
around? Apparently, you teach your toddler to beatbox.
Yep, our little Q-man can now beatbox, courtesy of my Hubs.
When you ask Q to perform his new trick, he will usually give you a “ppppppttt, pppppttt, tsk,” which is freakin’
hilarious all by itself.
But when we finally had a camera handy to record his mad
skillz, Q added a few beats of his own. I’m soooo
glad we had the camera going.
Go, white boy. Go, white boy. Go!
Best fifteen month old beatboxer ever, right? TOTALLY! Now,
I don’t want to say Q’s the next Rahzel or anything, but I think we can agree
that my son has talent.
Who’s Rahzel? (Insert
sigh and eye roll.) This guy. Duh.
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Linking up with another fabulous Melissa over at The Mommyhood Chronicles. Come laugh with us!
