




We took Andy to soccer this week and afterwards we headed to the water for a quick dip on a hot and muggy day. The skidoo belongs to some nice young men who graciously let Andy sit on top and pose. Of course Andy was all -- "I want to ride it..." -- not yet Andy, maybe in 16 or so years. When we brought Andy home, Cherise and I heard plenty of "music" coming from the living room. There was Andy and Grandpa, playing about a dozen instruments together. It was pretty cute.
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