The New Eminem?

I've decided that scrambled minds must be genetic. I know my dad has one. My youngest son most definitely has one!

He finally got his Christmas present from my father-in-law and step-mother-in-law. Heaven help us, they got him an electronic drum set. He is overjoyed. I'm not.

But it has sure given us a lot to laugh about. This morning Jack got up and dressed before anyone else was awake. The clothes he puts on makes him look like a miniature Eminem. I'll try to get a picture today and post it because it's hilarious. He's only missing some gold jewellery to look like a rapper.

Even funnier than that was listening to him practice singing for his "gang", as he calls the rock band he says he's going to start. His lyrics go something like this:

Mary had a little lamb, his fleece was white as snow.
But I ate him.

Tell me he doesn't take after his mother.