Must be for his "gee whiz" collection.

Today Spencer hollered to me in the other room,

"Did you know that forty 'leven has a real definition?"

"What," I hollered back.

"You know forty 'leven ... like 'made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese' ... forty 'leven is a real word!"

Okay.

Then a little bit latter he hollered again.

"Kim. what's a tick. Like in reference to a bed?"

"Bedbugs??" I questioned.

"...Oh, never mind. I guess it's a mattress pad."

Okay. Sure. Whatever.

An then, before I knew it, he and the kids were jamming to a little John Denver.

Grandma's Feather Bed.

Apparently, he was doing some John Denver research.

Just because. I suppose.

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

Soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

Seriously, I love him.

Him, meaning Spencer!

Not necessarily John Denver.

Happy Monday.