George has a cowlick as well, but I don't think it's quite as strong as Peter's. In fact, for a long time I thought I was just doing a really bad job of cutting and styling George's hair. But no. In preparation for our trip to Spokane I took him to get it cut and it looked worse than ever. At least now I know it's not my fault. And I know it's no use spending good money on haircuts. I can make it look bad for free!
Absolutely melted my heart. The moment he started singing in his little choir robe and curly hair I got teary-eyed. Truthfully, I had to look away and get a hold of myself because I was about to lose it big time. SO SWEET! I love to hear Cannon sing-- easily one of my very favorite sounds ever.
This is the choir that feeds into the Concert Choir that the girls are in.
On the way downtown I asked him, "Cannon, have you liked singing in the choir?"
He responded, "Sure, of course I have!"
What a silly question.
Another picture of George and his beloved nutcracker. Yesterday we were complimenting George on how he is doing such a great job of looking at the camera for pictures. We said, "George, who taught you how to take such nice pictures?"
"I just taught myself!"
Another silly question.