The "Train Song"

Zoey loves Johnny Cash.  Yep, she does.  So do we all in the Miller Manor.  I don't think I ever really listened to Cash much in my younger years.  I can't remember how I really came to like his music.  I'm sure John or someone else out there will remember - especially John.  He remembers just about everything (except birthdates of people outside of the immediate family).  (Oh, and to write things down.  He forgets to write things down.)  ;)

But in any case, we listen to Johnny Cash quite a bit.  Along with Frank Sinatra and a few others...  (right now I'm obsessed with Adele.  Thanks Nikki!)

A few days ago Z and I were playing in the front room.  She wanted me to "play the train song."  That means she handed me a guitar (this time the little flat wooden one) and wants me to sing "Folsom Prison Blues."  She had the microphone (from a drive thru kid's meal some time ago). 

After a few turns of her singing, then me singing and her playing, she wanted me to sing AND play.  Hard without a mic stand.  So, I held it between my knees.  She thought this was too cool.  To be able to sing AND play.  Well, then she took a turn. 

And Crinklehead got in on the action...

Music!  Smiles!  And a kid that thinks I can sing and play the guitar!  Whoot!  :)