Last night, the husband purchased the “fun family game” band hero (which is like rock band, but made by a different company).
Oh. I. Suck.
I suck so bad that the game snarkily asked me if I needed to adjust for lag, because surely nobody could suck as badly as I did. I resisted the immature urge to flip off the screen, mostly because my mother is visiting.
Meanwhile husband is jamming on the guitar and the drums, no problem.
Sigh. At least the Twig likes the drums, and they are adjustable to Twig-height (gotta take super-cute picture of that).