At our house
we open cans.
We have to open
many cans.
And that is why
we have a Zans.
A Zans for cans
is very good.
Have you a Zans for cans?
You should.
Actually I do not want to talk about opening cans (though both Mr Music and Miss Dog Lover possess admirable can-opening skills) but about my Mr Music's ability to dress up in new and amazing ways. Everyone should have a boy like this.
If you have been following his Little League adventures, you know they came from behind Monday to win on a grand slam. There were other eye-popping plays, such as the way the 2nd baseman chased down a runner on his way back to first, caught up, and tagged him just a hair short of his being safe on first (it was just like how the cheetah outruns the wee critter just short of its den only no gore was involved). The cheetah in this case was sporting a new Mohawk and the haircut got credit for the speed, (quoth Coach Doug, "It's the 'do, Dude!").
So, natch, yesterday found Miss Language lining up a nice straight line of masking tape on Mr Music's head so he could be shaved down to team-inspired Mohawkdom.
And equally natch, I forgot what sight awaited me first thing this morning. But not only was it Mr Music gone native, but he had dressed in his kilt, T shirt, and tricorn hat. And greeted me with a bow, showing his well-formed calf in the Colonial style. And then before I had fully recovered, he located the white tissue paper from the box of his cleats (discreetly printed in grey with RbK Authentic), scrunched and rolled it into wig form, and provided himself with a wig for under the tricorn hat. His hat also sports an ostrich feather, shockingly similar to the ones in my duster. I believe he is about ready for a fitting with Miss Mary at the Peruke Maker's shop in Williamsburg. She greatly desired to shave 'is 'ed bald and fit 'im in the latest style on our last visit.
I am afraid I'm raising the next Little Bear Wheeler or Dave Stotts. Or something. | 
