Rock On?

So one of the activities Builder and I love to do together is garage sales. We have since he was one, pretty much every toy, baby accessory, clothing he wore was purchased at a garage sale with a big grin on my face. Awesome, I always thought as I dragged the collapsible play tunnels, high chairs, and cozy coupes home. Because we didn't pay full price for it we had more of it. Not such a good practice. However, this past Saturday, I went garage sale haunting with my ever needy Builder. It is a dangerous combination, bargain hunting mom and kid who desires everything. We only hit two...that's the lingo. But we came home with an electric guitar, amp, roller blades, travel bag (that maybe a cat urinated on, did not know that until it sat in my car overnight), snow pants for Bounce, and some dress shoes for Builder two years from now. Forty bucks later, it does all sound crazy to me!!! What was I thinking? An amp? Apparently it is just one more thing Builder and I can argue over. The shoes? He has informed me he is never going to a social dance in sixth grade with girls...apparently he can barf on demand. Who knew? Although I think he did try it last night to avoid going to bed...However, all that being said, he loves his electric guitar. It really is so him. And I knew it would be. We strive endlessly to find the paths he might be successful in even if it is not our first choice. My son loves to be center stage. We call him our "shock jock". I guess I would rather raise Bon Jovi than Howard Stern. I can live with rocker with an attitude. OK,turn it up, but eventually turn it down. I am sure his first song he writes will about the massive oppression he lives under as we require him to not swear, be nice, and have some respect for others. My question is...will I at least make the liner notes?