I don't why this moment struck me as funny, but it did.
Yesterday morning Sam had been blatantly disobedient about a minor thing, so I placed him in a time out at the top of the stairs.
His beloved harmonica was within reach, I guess, because the next thing I heard were the strains of labored harmonica music wafting down the stairs after me.
All he needed to complete the picture of a small town incarcerated fellow was a tin can, something nice to clank against the bars, playing his harmonica to pass the long hours.
3 comments:
Too cuuuuuuute. And... very funny. :)
-Kath
haha, i love how he kept inching over to see if you're watching. ;-)
Wyatt and I both enjoyed this.
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