Kicking the bucket

Oh S, you never leave a dull moment in my life.  A few weeks ago, hubby had his band concert at school.  Two years ago, S went with daddy and directed the band.  Exactly two years later, C helped direct the exact same song.  This went well.  C was happy.  Then came S.  He was going to play the drums (an ice cream bucket) with the high school band.  He walked right up there in front of a packed gym to play his bucket.  Instead, he walked up the bucket and kicked it.  Then he stood behind daddy through the whole song and giggled at the crowd.  That boy gives me gray hair.