Son: "I gonna sing a ROCK SONG!"
Me: "Okay! Let's hear it."
Son: [strums strings of painfully out of tune child-size guitar]
Son: "Rock song! Number one! It's a rock song!"
I smell a gold record. Or a dirty diaper. One of the two.
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haha love it! Hes gotten bigger hasn't he...
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