I wanna hear some Bo Diddley."
He'd hauled himself up on to the bed rail by grabbing my arm. Then he pulled the pillow off my face, I turned toward him and with his nose almost touching mine he says..."COME ON."
That's how my day started. That is my son.
The morning's play list....for your joy and enlightenment.
As always...you're welcome but, thank The Boy.
He's coming along very nicely, isn't he!
ReplyDeleteThank you ma'am.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to think so...he could have spent that half hour watching another asinine cartoon where talking animals walk around berating people about recycling and nobody gets hit over the head or has anything dropped on their them.
Instead he wanted the rhythm.
This thing is getting a little out of hand.
ReplyDeleteTonight as he made a clumsy attempt to duck walk across the kitchen with his guitar, he told us in No-Uncertain-Terms that he IS Bo Diddley.
The boy chose good. I heartily approve.
ReplyDeleteBullfog Blues is still on his hits list.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to know who put that Buddy Holly mix together...that thing's smokin'.
I would simply like to thank The Boy also.
ReplyDeleteYou are simply welcome Anon.
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