something to share

My youngest two kids inherited my humor,
Arwen and Luthien, identical twins

Luth, Mommy
me, yes honey
Luth, Knock, knock
me, who's there?
Luth, knock, knock
me, who's there
Luth, knock, knock
I threw her a screwball by singing Knockin on heavens door,
the chorus

she stood there not expecting my response, later complementing me on my singing, (what a little suck up, my singing voice isn't that good) my cheer and laugh for the afternoon