Chrismas confession

My daughter, son-in-law, two grandsons, and Willie the dog should be pulling into the driveway any time now. A pot of chili is on the stove and pan of cornbread ready to throw in the oven. We'll see how tired the  boys (one 4 years old and 3 months old) are before we decide whether to open presents tonight or tomorrow morning.

I was specifically asked by my daughter to not give my grandsons toy weaponry this Christmas - especially anything that involves projectiles.  She feels such toys run counter to the spirit of the season. While I'm concerned she's turning into some sort of religious nut case, I've tried to honor her wishes - no BB guns, no bows and arrows, not even a Nerf rocket shooter. No toy knives, swords, brass knuckles, or RPGs. I'm really trying to be good.

Still, I'm hoping tonight will be the great unwrapping since one of my gifts to Paulie, the 4-year-old, is remote control, programmable dinosaur called The Roboraptor. It's gotta be four feet long and very cool. Excellent reptilian, carnivorous sounds and I'm thinking it can be made to stalk the cats.

I can hardly wait to play with it.

Comments

[Jacquie Henry]

How are the cats? In need of a pet psychologist at this point no doubt.

Hope you had a great Christmas Day. I am surveying the Christmas carnage, eating left over stuffing, catching up on "The Kite Runner" and laughing through Madagascar with my granddaughter. Good times.