Faced with an suddenly oncoming police car today, driving the wrong way in our lane about 50 feet away, lights flashing and siren sounding:
Simultaneously:
Anthony: Oh, this is interesting… (frantically pulling over to the curb lane, downshifting, and signalling too)
Gwen: Oh my God, what is he doing?!?
Aidan: Look! A police car! Awesome!
Merry Christmas, even to the snowmen
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and all that jazz.
But hello?  Why is this suddenly popular enough that only today
it’s had 4 spam comments and 2 legit ones?
Maybe I’m insensitive, but I don’t have any problem eating gingerbread men. When the toddler calls them “Gingerbread Babies” and gets upset when their arms and legs get bitten off, I suppose I can empathize a bit … but seriously. They’re cookies! Even if you’ve helped make, roll, and cut out the aforementioned shaped biscuits, I don’t quite get the emotional attachment. Ah well, bad daddy.
