This old wreck with 2 or 3 rusty strings and a big hole stove in the back was something I just couldn't wait to get my hands on when we'd go down to my mom's folks' place in the Ozarks. At 3 they couldn't hardly pry it out of my itty-bitty hands! All parents miss signals - you have, I have. Mine missed this one. When I got temporarily distracted by the trumpet at age 8, they decided it would be good for my character not to allow me to back out. Trumpet only from now on! Guitar verboten! Oops.