Wednesday, 29 August 2007

Stuff happens

You know you have a pretty cool, joy-striving relationship with your kiddo when the challenging-to-find-of-late joy jumps out and finds you. Tonight, listening to music turned into an impromtu drumming session which turned into a fashion shoot... and never a word was exchanged.

I bet Neil Peart started out with a hammer (pardon me... a croquet mallet) and pirate flag too:

1 comment:

Linda said...

That set me off on a youtube walk down memory lane with Rush. Big smiles.