Jack loves guitars. He makes his dad draw them with crayons, demands to watch guitar on the computer (doesn’t matter what it is as long as a guitar appears) and helps Joe play guitar or bass with his very own pick. He carries the pick around a lot. The other day I stuck the pick in his pocket and his eyes lit up, like it was the greatest trick ever! Except, well, he didn’t really get the whole pocket thing because ever since then he has been sticking the pick up his pant leg and hiding it there. It totally cracks him up!
It cracks me up, too.