June 7, 2007
My youngest son, Pete, is home from college. He will be doing an internship this summer with a company here in town. He’s only been home for a couple of weeks, but he’s already taken over the basement, strung up lights and turned it into his own private recording studio. He puts his mother in head locks when she tries to give him motherly advice and leaves messages for me on the work bench with spray paint.
He must take after his mother.