This was Max in Kindergarten. He won’t stop growing, as I have requested.
Yessssss! Max came home today singing a song he’d written. He decided he needed to write down the lyrics and preform it for Mr. Pilver and I after dinner tonight. Unfortunately, he’d written two lines into the song that I had to say. I think I take away from the experience. See for yourself:
The Pilver 
I wish I was his Valentine
Cute! Precious! He’s fantastic! He should perform regularly.
Very cute! Perhaps Max has found his calling? Professional song writer?
Not many singers can pull off a cape, but it just works!
Oh my lord, that’s hilarious. Yeah, I’m digging the cape. I was laughing up a fit at the end when he was throwing his arrows, and then just gets impatient and starts yelling.
You realize you’ve got yourself some prime blackmail material for when he’s older, don’t you?
That was awesome! Thanks for sharing!
sign him up for a grammy!
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