The picture you're about to see doesn't begin to tell the story of what happened about 30 minutes ago in the foyer of our home. If I gave you the FULL picture, I may have to answer to the authorities.

Let me break down the scene for ya...

A quiet hush had fallen over the house. Abby was sent to her room to get ready for the Saturday night shower. Mike and I, catching our breath after getting home from a nice dinner out. Then it happened.

In true Joel Goodson fashion, Abby slides into the entry way in the buff. Not a stitch on except for a pair of Mike's magnetic sunglasses. If she was black and didn't have long hair, and was alot older, I may have mistaken her for Morpheus. I digress.

What was it that my dear child said having so boldly taken the moments center stage?

It wasn't what she said, it's what she sang (loudly, and on perfect pitch I might add).