Yesterday my dad and I went grocery shopping which is how Bryn was able to eat her bowl of cereal on the kitchen floor while I made her pull apart Christmas poppers. Bryn explained to me on Sunday that no one in our family knows how to shop for a number other than one or four so that is why there is never any food in the house when I come home.

Also, Bryn did not mention in her post that the paper crowns came wrapped in jokes. Here is the best one:

What lives at the bottom of the sea and shakes?
A nervous wreck!

There were jokes in French too. Here was the one we understood:

France: Ca fait dix jours que je n'ai pas dormi.
Luc: Tu dois être très fatiguée?
France: Non, je dor la nuit.

I'm finding that my room has a lot of toys in it. My favorite discoveries so far are the plush Darth Maul and the toy record player.