We just got back from a pit party (we called it in high school) or a bonfire gathering beside the train tracks where the freight train tracks converge with the voyager train tracks just on the outskirts of Glons. When we got there, there were about 4 pallets already burning bright on the pile and as soon as my oldest got familiar with the surroundings, he contributed to the fuel on the fire (what's with boys and fire? It must be something in the genetic makeup of little men).
We settled in, and immediately, a guitar was thrust upon M's lap, and of course he did not refuse! As at home, the lure of an audience and adoring women is like a drug to him...he says it was his obligation, but he's fooling no one. The first song that was requested (!!-has his album been distributed in advance of our arrival?) was "hobo's lullaby" by Leon, who couldn't speak any of the words en anglais, but had the tune down pat on his modified harmonica (the "colonel" would love to see this thing with a chromatic key modifier on the top).
The group got larger and N's family arrived to keep my kids busy (who were already tired by that time, around 9:30 p.m.) so when the play got rough, we packed it in for the evening and came home...My little guy wanted daddy's lap (it was busy) so he endeared himself to many by cuddling into the C family's laps that he recognized...very sweet boy when he wants to be!
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