<p>When my now-tall child was a very small child, I took some time from the excellent chorus with which I usually sang. I joined a church choir to keep my voice somewhat in shape; I knew the director of the church choir from previous musical activities.</p>
<p>For the last rehearsal of the season, the choir members decided they’d like to have a party; I volunteered my house for this endeavor. (Incentive to clean…) As at the time I didn’t have a piano, the choir director made arrangements to come early in the day to drop off his electronic keyboard. </p>
<p>(There’s a point to this, really…)</p>
<p>He arrived in the early afternoon, brought the keyboard in, and then followed me toward the kitchen, the one room in the house I hadn’t yet cleaned (and boy, did it need it!!). At his first glimpse of the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks and stood, open-mouthed, as he looked around at the whole kitchen.</p>
<p>“I’m not done cleaning yet!,” I told him. “I haven’t gotten to this room yet, but it’ll be clean by tonight!”</p>
<p>“No, it’s not that… your kitchen… it’s painted in OHIO STATE COLORS!!! Your… whole… kitchen…! Ohio State colors!!”</p>
<p>Yeah, he’d gone there. :)</p>
<p>(It wasn’t on purpose; I just like gray and red together!)</p>
<p>DTDad, congrats to your son!</p>