Zachary has been asking for a “Blue ‘tar with a pickle” (translate: blue guitar with a pick) since April…and it has taken him this long to get one…you see, he has this knack for going to bed in his own bed, only to show up in our room some time between 1 and 3 am…taking up 90% of the bed, kicking, laughing, singing and talking until he wakes up and is now consciously laughing, singing and talking…when Jim lived in Cambodia and I was in the states, it wasn’t so bad to have him come to bed with me…when we both lived in Cambodia, but Jim at the casino, it wasn’t so bad for him to come to bed with me…but now that Dada is home and we get to sleep in bed together every night…this 42” ball of energy takes up too much space and keeps us up too much of the night…so when he started asking for “blue ‘tar with a pickle” we had an idea…he had to sleep in his room all night for at least 3 nights in a row to get it…and it has taken since April for this to happen…he would get to 2 nights and show up in bed with us…then he would wake up lazily and say, “I just need to try again!”…and he did and he made it…now he wants to be a rock star!! (I won’t tell you about the rock videos his dad was playing for him on you tube and letting Zachary believe that all of the lead singers were his Dada…true story. Every new video, Zachary thought the singer was his dad…and we all know about Jim’s singing (in)capability’s)…
So here’s to being a rock star:
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