I've been working on some projects lately that are for Rocker's people. I made the mistake yesterday of letting him test-drive one. He loved it so much, I had to wrestle it away from him! Which is good and bad. This is him staring up at it on the shelf...whimpering. I tried to explain to him that the folks probably don't want these things pre-blessed with his slobber. He didn't care. Fifteen minutes later he left the sewing room. "He's ticked," I yell out to Butch. "I know. He's trying to tell me all about it." I go out to the living room to find Rocker curled up on Butch's lap, sulking. That's life with the perpetual 3 year old. It's on the list to make Rocker a toy of his own. Have I told you he sleeps in the bed with us now? Suckers. We are (happily).