Future predictions

We were all a bit out-of-sorts. Alex and I were back from a trip to Ohio, and Jameson was back from an overnight at Baba and Papa's, and Stefan was finished with a big project (check out our hardwood floors unearthed from under the old dismal carpet), and there was a lot of fussing and headaches and tired-boy requests for "what can I do, Mom?"

But then Alex unknowingly managed to lift the mood. He put a pot on Jameson's head and called him a... (you guessed it)
POT HEAD and I just had to laugh.... and sigh... and hope this isn't a predicution of his future. But then Stefan started playing the piano, and we all cheered up a bit. For a little while least. Because there's nothing like tapping your feet on the wood floor, right Jameson?