The other day, the house was quiet (a rare occurrence) when I thought I heard something. I meandered down the hall and looked in the boys’ room.

Boone sat in the middle of the floor, concentrating on his Legos as he quietly sang a Talking Heads song to himself.

“…sleeping on the interstate. Getting wild, wild life. Checkin’ in, checkin’ out. I got a wild, wild life…”