This morning Tagg was playing a little too rough with Ellee, and knocked her down hard onto the wood floor. She hit face first and blood went everywhere from her lip. Poor girl got her first (and probably not the last) fat lip from Tagg. It's still all red and bloody on the inside where her teeth are coming in. (Did you notice the miracle that no blood got on her shirt? Possibly because it ended up all over mine).
Tagg was really just trying to play with her, but he just doesn't understand she's a bit more fragile than he is. He felt awful and gave her the sweetest, soft little kiss better.
And then did the ultimate sacrifice.
He let her play with one of his guitars.
Because, in his mind, what could she possibly want more than that?
And the funny thing was, he was right. You have never seen a happier baby rocking out.
Tagg pulled up his other guitar and they both sat there playing their little hearts out.
And that's when Tagg said,
"When we get bigger we're going to have our very own band. And I'm going to have a BIG drums and we're going to have a rock and roll show in our house. With FOOD!"