My boy wanted to play guitar too, but my steel strings were a bit big, and tough on his little fingers. So I got him a little guitar (ukulele), and he loves it. He learned his first two chords (C and Am) pretty quickly. I’m bettered by my boys: Caleb, of course (featured here soon), and eventually Christopher I imagine. I’m cursed with being average at a lot, but master of not too much. That’s a bit cliché, I suppose, but so is saying, “I sure am proud of my kids.”