Figit Friend. It's known around here that extra chores can be done for cash, but Foghorn always finds the idea of manual labor a little too exhausting. Instead she arrived at the couch (where I had been lounging all day, sick as a dog with some unknown ailment) with a lovely picture of a mermaid. She asked if I wanted to buy it and I said certainly, to which she snapped, "That'll be 10 dollars!" What?!? I steadfastly refused and said I'd give her a dollar. That lead to a shrieking fit that went on for half an hour during which I was accused of thinking she was a terrible artist and that I liked the Professor better than her (even though I never paid $10 for a picture of his either).
The Vulcan emerged from his
Crayola.com's "Lights, Camera, Color!" program. The other gifts...well... One was a picture to "My Perfect Grandma" and depicted Foghorn (stretching about 6 feet tall) and Grandma (dressed as a princess). The other was a pop-up card, with Grandma's three-dimensional form on the outside and "The Best Cook" inside. These would have been heart-warming if Foghorn hadn't written "Price: 10 dollars" on each.
Old West Festival in Williamsburg. Grandma, I salute you for being a great cook, a wonderful grandmother, and the only person who can spend a day with my kids and still be cheerful at the end.
If you'd like to read about our excursion to the Old West Festival, please check out:
* THINGS TO DO IN CINCINNATI -- OLD WEST FESTIVAL