Party heroes

I knew that Peter likes to toss on the wine goggles from time to time, but I had no idea that this strange little ritual would result in the champagne monocle featured here. At least the bubbly cyclops was relatively quiet. Kinda.

I say relatively quiet, because in relation to the 3 kids, Grams and Opa's house was also full of 3 dogs, Angie, Barb, Eisi, Heidi, Judy, Sonja, myself, Horst, David and Klaus. And yes, I listed them in relative order from the loudest to those causing the least hearing damage.

Before uncorking the liquid nose-ticklers, Angie and I took the boys home for a well-needed shower, which also gave Grams and Opa a well-needed break from the animals. On the way home, Peter was being quite the talker. For those of you who like to read between the lines

Peter was being
Would you just shut up already?! You're driving me freakin' nuts.
quite the talker.

One of the many, many, many, many, many, many, many (see how annoying this is?) questions that were asked by Curious Peter was 'How can you get 100 candles to fit on a birthday cake?'

Ok, if you are wrinkly enough to join the centennial club, I highly doubt you will be worrying about counting the candles on your cake. You will probably be worrying more about the moron who was stupid enough to put 100 candles on your cake and hoping that the idiot did not forget your asthma inhaler. I'm not even halfway there and I get light-headed walking up a flight of stairs, so please do not honor my hundred years of existence with a indoor bonfire that I need to extinguish with my lung.

Angie did not like my answer, but Peter was curious to know what asthma was. I told him to hold his breath. Angie did not like this answer either. I told her to hold her breath, but in true Angie-style, she did not do what she was told to do. I have studied psychology in reverse, though, so I simply told her not to cook. Judging by her reaction, I would have to say that I wasted a shitload of money on college.

Peter moved on, though, asking 'How does someone become a hero?' Well, that's an easy one. Have three kids and write a blog. Angie's laughing completely discouraged me from answering any further questions. After the cackling died down, Peter did ask me how to write a frog, so I at least know he was listening. Kinda.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When we can sleep by Grams and Opa again.
David: When we see Santa Claus with me and mommy and you and Peter.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I was sad because we couldn't sleep by our home.
David: When I cry 'cause Santa Claus not here - he go home.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play that game about chickens or hens.
David: When Santa Claus come again.