This post is brought to you by my mom (via email and text).
The kids stayed with my parents this past weekend while I was at a jewelry conference. I got this picture of Henry in a text:
And this email:
“We were playing railroad and cowboy songs on the piano and singing along, and Henry decided to write his own song:
I’m a bloody hair snacker dyer
And I’m also a moustache blooder
And I’m a pirate captain who’s a debtor and a liar
And I’m rich with all my treasure.
Even Grandpa was singing along–it’s a catchy, punk-rock type tune!”
That’s my boy! There’s never a dull moment, no matter where he is.
