Feeling Good

Last night Matthew was dying to go into the basement...or, as he calls it sometimes, the spacement.  While down there, I pulled out my guitar and started playing I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas (something Andre had shown me on the weekend at the cottage).  At first, Matthew ran all over the basement as I played and sang, and then he found the Rockband microphone, and in traditional punk-rock fashion, with both fists clenched around it, he pressed it to his mouth and started happily chanting "feeling good!  Feeling good! Feeling good!"