Elvis Is In The Building

Somebody introduced the Llama-ettes to the King this week and, as is their wont, they pounced upon this new find with what the starter at the golf club where I worked one summer would have called "great viggah".

The nine year old has spent the last couple days doing what is actually a pretty durn good riff on "Blue Suede Shoes". Meanwhile, the seven year old, in her innocent way, asked me, "Daddy, where were you when Elvis died on the potty?" The five year old, being the most visual of the three, has confined herself primarily to shaking her hips at me.

Uh, thangkyuh. Thangkyuh verrah mush.

UPDATE: Our pal GroovyVic goes on an Elvis YouTube bender.