Merry Christmas

Overheard

Friend: "I know how to spell Jail. J-A-L-E"

My Son: "No it is J-A-I-L."

Friend: "Not the gel you put in your hair. The jail where bad guys live."

My Son: "Yeah, J-A-I-L."

Friend: "Oh."

Grampa Dan Junior

I think you have to have either been married to the old man or lived with him to get the significance of the above pictures. Let's just say that all those memories of being awaken for school on a cold December morning are coming back to me. I don't know if it is a memory or a nightmare.

Santa Came Early

Daniel found out about Old Sant Nicholas and the North Pole and all those elves (wink, wink) . . . so, we needed him to go with us to get the right size bike and then, well, what was the point of waiting another 3 weeks for the actual day when the weather was perfect for bike riding and your best friend was waiting for you to get home so you could play and ride bikes together.

Christmas on Thanksgiving

This big truck was suppose to arrive at 8:30 am. At 12:30 pm it pulled up to my house with a special delivery.


Then Ryan from Florida and some yahoo from the Bronx put the delivery in the middle of my lving room.


Then all the men stood around waiting to figure out how 2 strong men would put this thing together. It ended up that 4 strong men were needed for the job.

And finally here it is all set-up and ready for playing.