Last night, Henry was running around the house singing what I thought to be the first song in a new musical he was composing. "I made it, Ah-MER-ica. I MADE it, America!" I was pleased with its subtle similarities to West Side Story, and wondered when the choreography would begin. That, obviously, would be the best part.
Then, this morning, a commercial for the Miss America Pageant came on. Stop. There it is. What's the opposite of "miss" America? Obviously, it's "I made it" America.
Perhaps he's not the next Andrew Lloyd Weber but damn, he's still cute.