when the tough get going....the tough get going...

My Kevin. 

Freshly fed and showered, (burped and changed...) I can see him in the kitchen from my perch in the music room pulling his sweatshirt over his head. He isn't emitting sounds but I see his lips moving and face in full animation. I ask if he said something.

"Quiet. I'm addressing my fellow Americans...."

It's going to be a painfully long election process on Silverthorne...