Goings on

Today, BubU asked me, "Shave, please?"  I didn't understand right away because it sounded more like, "Shabe, pwease?"  But with some hand motions, I understood.  So, I humored him.  I took him into the bathroom, dry brushed his face and then "shaved" off his beard and moustache.  As soon as I finished, he walked towards the back door and said, "Bye!  Work!  See you next time!" 

A bit later I heard, "MamA, come and find us!  We're hiding!"  And this is what I found:

Finally, G has decided to add the trombone to his muscial talents, thanks to an 80s-riffic video-recording of Mario BauzA's orchestra.