My Rock Star

J has decided he wants to be a rock star when he grows up. K, J and I were eating lunch the other day and J made the announcement that he had chosen his career path. He said he wants to have wild hair that sticks up. K said, "Pink hair?" J said, "Yes, pink hair that sticks up." K giggled at the thought. J starts into song, "Party like a rock star..." K said, "You can't party like a rock star because you can't smoke, you can't drink alcohol and you can't take drugs." J starts his song over "Party like a rock star but don't smoke and don't drink alcohol..."
J walks around our house with a guitar slung over his shoulder and he is singing and making funny faces. You know you have to make funny faces to be a rock star.