I have some concerns.
Henry has fallen in love with chewing up apples and spitting them on the floor. In spite of my special talent for incessant nagging, he loves to do this on the carpet, which is older than he is but younger than Grace.
Grace wants EVERY TOY for Christmas. We don't even have television commercials to work against me, but the newspaper ads are getting through to her, in color.
Alex was dreaming of a white Christmas, until yesterday, when his white mistress moved in, permanently supplanting our Toyota Corolla in our one-car garage. We are now a non-garage mini-machine shop family. In Alex's defense, I will say that he paid less than $1 per lb of that machine, and that's cheaper than most vegetables. I'll just keep repeating that to myself.
Maybe I'll just spend a little time with Pie, eh Alex? How do you feel about that?