hey, I'm making music here!

So, I was sitting down, jamming on Jonah's musical instruments with his little plastic mallets. I thought I sounded pretty good with my funky groove, nodding my head to the rhythm, imagining I was one of those cool performers in Stomp, but what do you know. Just when I imagined myself up on the stage, playing an infectious beat and making the audience tap their feet, Jonah walked up to me, pointed at his head and said: "Headache." Translation: "Mommy, the noise you're making is giving me a huge headache." Great. Thanks, son. Thanks a lot. I thought I was making splendid music here!