To want to blight DS's fabulous orchestral career for the sake of my sanity?

[DrSeuss]

He's seven. He has had one lesson. He knows one, two bar piece, he plays it incessantly. Yes, it's great that he wants to learn an instrument, yes, it's great that he's enthusiastic. However, I'm currently searching for a form of words that say, DS, I adore you, I hope you one day play like Menuhin himself but for now, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Can anyone hone and refine that for me so that it strikes the appropriate balance between nurturing and the fact that I want to stick cheese in my ears?!

I insisted dd got an electric drum kit complete with headphones when she was adamant she wanted an accoustic kit I insisted it stayed at her fathers even if she moved back in with me. We are in a tiny mid-terrace!!!!!

My 16 year old daughter is studying for grade 8 flute. Lovely. Beautiful music.

She also sings,taught herself guitar,and keyboard.

She asked to borrow a clarinet from school that she found in a cupboard (she spends her life in the music department...) She is now teaching herself clarinet....aaaaargh! the squeaky noises she emits every now and again are torture....but she has got better over the last week. I'm sure it will soon pass and she will be playing fairly competently.

Patience....

You're not the near neighbour I thought you might be, molding. They most def have a drum kit and very musical children. Their poor next door neighbours - with any luck they have a convenient hearing impairment (pre-existing, obviously).

I bought DP an acoustic guitar for his birthday. Worst. Mistake. Ever. He knows three chords but not how to string them together. He is tone deaf. We live in a one bed flat. I feel your pain OP.

buddy, a topical Lou Reed quote:

One chord is fine," he once said, alluding to his bare-bones guitar style. "Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you're into jazz."

HTH

I watched dd2 blast a blinding solo vocal during the Edinburgh festival this year to critical acclaim - stealth boast, MUCH? - and cringed at all the years I had yelled at her to SHUT UP!
These days she takes the mic in leggings, boots, miniskirts and her trademark black eyeliner and trilby, and all I can see is a chubby toddler in a pink babygro and mad hair ( she still has mad hair) rocking in perfect rhythm to whatever music was on the radio at the time. Patience, OP. You just never know where it will lead......

dementedma - love your post! Has a touch of 'Father of the Bride' about it

Dementedma that is amazing :-)

Oh, thank you.
When they are little it is hard to see that musical talent materialising into anything. All the hours dozing in the car outside choir rehearsals, fighting with schools for music lessons to be given the same value as "academic" subjects, listening to the same line being sing over and over..and over..and over.........-
And then, you find yourself in the audience with a load of strangers and this figure appears.....confident, funky, cool and opens her mouth and unleashes this spine.tingling sound and you want to turn round in your sear and say, " that's my daughter you know, that's my baby" but you can't speak for emotion. And afterwards you stand diffidently by while lovely random strangers take the time to congratulate her on her performance, and she has another show to do and is under pressure to get backstage so you meet her eyes and smile and grab the briefest of hugs and say " you did well, child. You did well" and suddenly its all worth it!