Lewis often runs inside while I'm still getting the girls out of the car and immediately starts doing something before I even get to the door. It's as if he's had some kind of idea and been itching to try it out those last few blocks home in the car. The other day he had raced in and jumped onto the couch, pulling a bunch of covers over himself to hide. And a week or so ago I could hear the toy electric guitar jamming as I neared the back door. When I finally got into the kitchen I found this:
"Momma, don't I look like a rock star?"