I like Lenny

This is what happens when the man of the house is a guitar player. M worked so hard on this picture the other day. She pointed at each little picture she had drawn of her loved ones. There was a tiny figure of Mommy, of Daddy, of her "best girl Cassandra", of Jake, etc, and finally, of Lenny Kravitz.





This morning M had tubes placed (again) in her ears. As I carried her out of the house in the pre-dawn hours, we passed a stack of CDs. She pointed down and said in a sleepy voice, "Let's listen to Lenny Kravitz in the van on the way to surgery." And then she made little air guitar motions with her small fingers...