My best baba Ryder said to me last night:
“I love your head so much that I want to bowl it down a lane…
I love your ears so much I want to put them in a trash can…
I love your nails so much that I want to put them on an air hockey table…”
To be honest, he is either going to be a serial killer or a poet. I take it all as a big compliment because bowling is his favorite thing and he really loves trash cans and air hockey on the iPad.
