The earth is MOVING.
Henry comes home from school now and eats five cookies and then goes downstairs and pounds away on the drums for forty minutes every day.
He does not have a light touch. Granted, he is the tallest, heaviest eight-year-old I have ever met so maybe that was to be expected. It's pretty cool actually. He asked me last night if he could live at home for a while after college so he and his band can 'get off the ground without starving to death.'
Next week I'm expecting him to grow a beard sometime between recess and his 8:30 pm bedtime.
Cole would have been so proud, like we all are. My kids are awesome.
