2004-02-20
The other night, Clay was in heaven, wearing a new pair of slippers and playing with a little electronic keyboard. He's inordinately fond of shoes--gets that from me--and the love of music comes from B. Clay was marching about the house, circling through the downstairs rooms, and B and I were looking at each other and cracking up.
It was a definite "Get the video camera!" moment but we were too lazy, so we went in search of our cameras instead. By the time we got them, he'd simmered down a bit.
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