…and some some singing (the loud, out of tune, and annoying voice belongs to me). We were in a store one afternoon and Caleb spotted an orange guitar. He loves the color orange and loves guitars too. We decided to return a few days later and get him the guitar as a present (he deserved it — he was on his best behavior for the whole trip). He carried it everywhere that first evening (and more or less still does) and treated us to a song. I love the ending (he knew about the camera from the beginning).