Rock on . . .

On the way home from daycare, Harrison informed me of a couple things. He said, "Mom, I want to grow my hair out so I can dye it green and have liberty spikes. Then I need to learn how to play the guitar, because when you are bad the crowd throws food at your band."

Good to know.

This was about an hour before he found out he got a mini flying V electric guitar and amp for his birthday. The boy has an uncanny ability, much like his father, to guess what he is getting for a gift.

The hair comment did my old punk rock heart good.