A few days ago, HT earned a $5 guitar for good behavior. (Karen was not really involved in this purchase because it’s kind of a stupid thing to pack without breaking.)
“HT, can you sing, ‘All I got is red guitar, three chords, and the truth?”
“I got a red tar, three quarters, and the TRUTH! Here you go, CR, here’s your quarter, here Mommy, here Daddy–those are YOUR quarters. You got your tickets!”
I guess he’s not quite ready for Dylan.