4pm is the magic hour of getting Grandpa time. Rock n' roll music, hikes, pig feeding, bug catching, movies, games, cinnamon candies . . . you never know what fun will befall them. It's not everyday, but it makes the days that it happens the best.
Kyle's jumped in when drums are involved. He's self-taught, eschewing drum-norms for his inborn talent of giving the cymbals a little more air time then they're usually due.
Deacon came racing upstairs when he realized that the drums and guitar equaled a rock n' roll band. He had me find sunglasses for everyone (so glad Daddy had bought some), and when I failed to supply an appropriate hat he found a hard hat that sufficed.
Oh, how they all slept that night! Priceless.
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