Bang Bang

I'm sure it's normal for all little boys.
My son seems to have something of an obsession with acting out the part of a Christmas song character, namely the Little Drummer Boy. Oh, if he would only stick to the drum.
He has a little drum with two beaters and he does rather like bashing it and has done it some damage. He also has a rather tuneless xylophone on which it is really only possible to play atonal chromatic style music. I feel as if I should put the word music in that sentence in inverted commas.
To start with he will sit and play on these instruments, but he sees no reason to stop there. Why just hit the drum when you can hit the floor, the sofa, a book, the Cat and Mummy's knee? Although Mummy doesn't go bang, she goes ouch.
The fish tank makes quite a good noise when hit, but this also results in the pictus catfish being disturbed from their algae festooned depths, rising quickly in panic and waving their long whiskers in shaking disapproval. There's also a chance he might break the glass and then I'd have to scrape green water, bits of plant, various species of tropical fish and gravel off the carpet. Andy would probably be a bit cross too, what with it being his fish tank.
My knees (and the rest of me, for that matter) and the fish tank are off limits. Still, given the reasoning power of a small child, just because he's been told off for hitting things with a beater doesn't necessarily mean he can't hit it with something else. Now, I don't mind being gently thumped with a small stuffed owl or even a large stuffed tiger for that matter. I really do object to being hit with a large wooden spoon, sneakily stolen from the dishwasher. Many things were tested with that spoon and there was even an experiment to see if it was edible, after all many nice things are found on the end of spoons. It wasn't edible, but the experiment was repeated a few times just to make sure.
Today it's more of a duplo day, which is nice. It's certainly quieter.