And thank you. You don't even want to know how close I was hanging over his shoulder, just itching to snatch the markers out of his hand...I can't even tell you how badly I wanted to take over. Take over like the pole position in a nascar race. And Lord almighty, he only used THREE COLORS of the markers. Not even four. THREE. Who only uses three colors???
He left, I ate a cupcake as my reward for keeping my grubby paws off his poster. I did take a picture though, his adorable self was grinning like a crazed baboon he was so proud of himself.
Kid Rock is the only one on my laminated list
I have always secretly wished you were my mom (which would be impossible since I'm too old, but if I could pick my own mom you would be it), so this whole mental image is skeeving me out!
Ha. No way. That child is the of the generation that was born with technology in his blood. He would sniff it out like a bloodhound.
But here is the picture in words...short sandy blond hair, hazel green eyes, dimple in his chin, tan (he just got back from a weekend at the beach)-looks a bit like a cross between a surfer and a young republican. Big goofy grin, holding the sign that he made, standing among a few balloons on the ground...and I have to say that he looks pretty pleased with himself.