A tale from the. We listen to a lot of Raffi music in the truck as we drive around. Sometimes Marcus will remember a song and just starting singing to himself in the backseat. I love to listen to hm sing. So yesterday I heard a gentle voice start singing “And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle and he played upon a ladle and hs name was BACON drum!” ‘Why is he named Bacon drum?” I asked “I don’t know. Why is his hair made of Spaghetti?” “I don’t know” I answered. Then he asked “Why are his eyes made of meat balls?” Omg back and forth it went until Marcus concluded that Bacon Drum probably tasted very delicious! I love this kid!