Lunch Time

P.J. is really such a good boy most of the time. While I was getting lunch ready and Henry was running around crying like his world had just come to an end I went looking for P.J. He was in his room, on his laptop "writing music". I love his crossed legs, he gets it from his Dad but it reminds me of my Grandpa Bennett. After Henry finally calmed down he was anxiously waiting at the table for his macaroni and cheese.