A Hole in the Ground

Life is full of precious moments. I experienced one the other night. Isaac asked if he could stay up late to "sing and play the guitar with dad." Look at the picture -- a boy and his dad in a world of their own. Isaac's first request was "A hole in the ground" (you know, And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around) After about 30 minutes of singing and strumming, Trav said, "One last song -- "With a Ball of White String." After the song, Isaac said, "Dad, can we sing the hole song?" Trav said, "We did sing the whole song." "Well, can we sing the hole song again?" Travis sang "With a Ball of White String" all the way through, again. "Thanks, Dad, but can we please sing the HOLE song one more time." And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around. Communication isn't easy!