Thomas often asks me to turn the "Cowboy Station" on the radio. I am not a fan of country music. I think there was a brief period in time that I did like it, but that was in college. Most likely I only pretended to like it because some boy I was interested in drove a truck and had a wrangler butt. When Thomas asks me to tune in I usually tell him I don't know where the station is. It's not a lie, I really don't know where that station is. Ignorance is bliss.
Thanks to my hot husband who does not have a wrangler butt, Thomas likes to listen to country. The two boys will often tune in when they are outside working in the garage or doing other manly duties.
The other day Thomas was listening to his radio and messing around with the controls. He stumbled upon a country station. The whole house knew he had found the station. Gee-tar music was being blasted and the kids were loving it. I pretended to love it.
About 5 minutes later Thomas brought me this picture. He wanted me to know what the call numbers were for the station so I wouldn't forget. It looks like I am going to need a new excuse.
*Please be sure to notice my favorite part of the picture, the toothpick hanging out of his mouth.
6 comments:
The kid has talent Amy - and brilliant to boot. He caught you Mom. heehee
That Thomas is one clever little dude!! Love it.
i love it!
I laughed out loud the entire time I was reading this post. I love you, Amy!! :) :)
That is hillarious!
That is pretty stinking cute. I love the toothpick!
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