"Broken Foundation"

Grim news, folks. The diagnosis is not good.

I don't know if the proper description is "torn," "broken," or something else entirely, but Connor's drum is on it's way out. The drum head began to show signs of distress (you'd be distressed too if someone was constantly banging on your head with sticks) a few weeks ago because of his predilection for hammering on the defenseless intrument with spoons, but it developed a fatal rip sometime this afternoon — probably during a marathon session of, "Connor drum? Connor drum?"

Of course, he does like to stand on the drum and use it for his personal launching pad, as well. Surely that didn't help matters much. Okay, I may have beaten the crap out of it myself on an occasion or two...

At any rate, the drum that Connor's has banged (slowly and quickly) for so long is nearly dead. Say a prayer for us. This one might be more traumatic than the loss of any stuffed animal or woobie. I've been eyeing the piece of crap drumset at Wal-Mart, but at $250 it's a bit out of our price range and way out of his age range. In time...