Today I picked Clay and Wes up from school at noon. After they got up from their nap, Wes went and got one of granpa's ukeleles and climbed the stairs. He calls the ukelele "his guitar". As he climbed to the level of the top of the hat rack he put on one of granpa's pickin' hats. How about that grin on his face? Is he not the cutest picker you ever saw?
