at the high school today after getting to stand on the big stage, under the bright hot lights, and watching someone work the fly system, I hear Miles whispering this prayer:
"Please God, please let me grow up and work in the Pheatre. Please God, Please."
"Please God, please let me grow up and work in the Pheatre. Please God, Please."
Oh dear Lord. I love that boy. I pray that prayer all the time...
ReplyDeleteain't it the truth!
ReplyDeleteLol, he is your kid for sure!
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