The key to our neighborhood pool is on an Elvis key chain that we got during a layover in Memphis. On the way to Denver, don't ask I didn't get it either. The tickets were cheap. It's a picture of Skinny Elvis. Ruby keeps kissing the picture and saying "Dada". I've tried explaining that it's not Daddy and that Daddy is at work.
I feeling some "Love Tender" will be on this afternoons playlist.