Gresham (age four) rode his bike up into the driveway where Brody and I sat in lawn chairs talking and sort of watching twelve kids play in and around the cul-de-sac. “I’m going to work,” he said.
“What kind of work are you doing?” I asked.
“Writing songs. Singing songs. Saving kids. Seeing friends.”
“That sounds like good work,” I said. And he rode off imagining he had it so good.



That’s good work, indeed.
Indeed, maybe he couldd get a label to sign him…. Or a mentor in the biz…
No need for a label and he’s already got a mentor. Good work indeed. Maybe he’ll be able to afford a car soon.
Beth
A car…. HELLO HE’s FOUR!!! He needs a HARLEY first!
I’ll go along with that!
Beth
When he says “expensing lunch” you know he’s got it down. But he does sound al-most there.