Rhett announced while playing his drums, "I'm not Rhett. I'm Brett Rex the drummer." Brett and Rex are the two names that others mistake his name for. I thought it was a creative stage name. The best was when he was Brett Rex on the way to his friends birthday party. He said, "I'm not Rhett, I don't know any of these people."
Remember this story? Wait, it has never been on the blog? Well, when Rhett was about 20 months old he loved pointing out all the different instruments in any song he was listening to. Banjo, guitar, drum sticks (for drums), violin, harmonica...
We were in bed listening to Greasy Kids Stuff one morning and Rhett said, "Harmonica!...Like Bob Dylan." We were pretty proud.
This week at Trader Joe's I reluctantly agreed to let Rhett bring his harmonica in the store. By the time we were checking out he had the whole store cheering for him...or maybe cheering that we were leaving. The funny thing is that he had no idea they were cheering for him...he was in his Brett Rex zone.