On the way home from the grocery store today Charles told me:
"Mama, I'm singin' a song!"
"Sing me your song, Charles."
"It's about Thomas' drink...Thomas dri-i-i-ink. Thomas dri-i-i-ink. Thomas can't sing 'cause he sleepin' now. Back to Grammy's. Back to Grammy's. Amen"
"That is the best song I have ever heard, sweetie. Daddy will be so sad he missed it."
"Yeah."
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