Homeless

Last Tuesday while I was getting ready to go to Young Womens, Luke came running upstairs and declared, "I need to know how to spell house." I told him and he ran back downstairs repeating the letters so he wouldn't forget. About three minutes later, he arrived back in my bedroom, plopped himself down by the fireplace, harmonica in hand, and up against the fireplace, he had leaned a notebook open to a page where he had written, "I do not have a house." He then started to play the harmonica as a little homeless kid. I laughed and he was very proud of himself for being so clever. But mom doesn't just stop there, we had to go outside to document the whole story. Harry joined him with a kazoo. All that's missing is a little tin cup to collect money!