These simple words sparked an Elvis Presley interest in my oldest, Big B. He heard the words, "Thank you. Thank you very much" in that distinctive voice and started asking his usual rapid fire questions: "Who is that? Have I seen any movies? How old is he? Does he live in Hollywood?"
So we googled Elvis, and listened to some songs, and the interest kept growing. Big B found out that my aunt, Crazy Sherry, was President of the Elvis Presley fan club back in the day. Then my parents went to Graceland and brought him souvenirs of the King. Then he asked for Elvis songs on the ipod, and told everyone we know about the KIng of Rock and Roll.
About a week after Halloween last year, Big B decided that his NEXT costume would be of his hero, and he stuck to it. The jailhouse rock versus white jumpsuit debate was a big one, let me tell you. Now if only he could coordinate the hip shake and the lip curl!