The best part of our brief family home evening tonight:
Charlie picked the opening song, I Am A Child of God, and insisted on "accompanying" us with his hot pink toy guitar. The thing doesn't actually make any noise, just a sort of a-tonal thrum. But he thrummed us through the whole first verse. Halfway through, with some urging, he actually began singing along with us. That's rare for him--he almost never sings even familiar church songs with us.
I would happily sing all evening if Charlie was accompanying on his guitar and singing just a word or two now and again.
