Woe was our wee one this afternoon.
No one was out and about in the neighborhood to play with.
A letter arrived in the mail with news of a bummer class assignment for next year.
And an impending haircut appointment hung over his head like a black cloud.
Even watching television proved disheartening as every commercial break brought with it ads for back to school shopping.
It was time for mom to step in and fill the tiny but powerful shoes of "playmate." Rockband was the game of choice. And what a mood booster it proved to be! Loud music, banging at some drums, and beating mom in the scoring certainly did the trick to turn his frown upside down!