Done ladies. Check your e-mail. I gotta tuck the young'un in bed. It's waaaay past his bedtime.
He's singing:
Tap on my window, knock on my door, I
wanna make you feel beautiful
...and she will be looooved, and she will be lo-o-o-ooved...
That's better than yelling at me to get off the computer already. "You're out of time!" he said.
This child can give me a headache, but he makes me laugh.
Pinky