A few nights ago, Luke was gone and the three older boys serenaded me for 45 minutes. They got out a microphone, keyboard and drum set and then rotated around the three instruments over and over and over again.
Every time Jackson started he’d say something like, “We’re welcome to join you today. Please enjoy this song.” And then all three of them would sing some variation of “Call Me Maybe” or sometimes the “ABC’s” or just a song of nonsense syllables. After a while, Jackson just started going on and on and on—so that’s Patrick on the floor, tired of banging on the keyboard and waiting his turn with the mic (the most coveted position in the band).
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