do not eat

We saw three basketball games on Saturday, and they all won.

Impressive

In between games we went back to their house for a bit.  They cooked bacon and eggs pancakes, and it was pretty entertaining.

The littlest brother ate all his bacon and then asked if he could have my portion.  Yes, of course.  He asked for Grandpa's bacon too.  Sure. 

Dannell cautioned him, "You have a game to play. Don't be eating all that bacon or you'll throw up."

We wondered if that's a thing that actually happens.

Well, apparently it did last year.  A kid on the team John was coaching ate a big Italian meal before, and then threw up on the court.

It wasn't good. John doesn't even remember this.

Anyway, the child said no worries.  He'd eaten at Tono once before a game and he didn't even get sick.

Except I thought he said he ate toenails before a game.

!!!!

Seriously!!??

No!  Not toe NAILS!  TONO!  A restaurant.

Oh my goodness, thank goodness.   I laughed so hard my chest ached and had to wipe my eyes.  Oh, good grief.  Please do not eat toenails.   Just don't do it.

Here she is popping out as a big gift.   We worked on the lid together, not sure how to construct that, but we figured it out with exactly ONE strip of box tape.  We were careful.

And here he is, full of bacon and no toenails.

Oh my, you kids are delightful.  I sure do love you, Grandma

This pic was taken after the Christmas program, where she sang in the choir and he was Joseph.  This had its challenges too. Not her, she loves to sing and that went perfectly.  But him--he was instructed to be asleep until the angel woke him.

Well, the narrator skipped the paragraph where Joseph is awakened by the angel.  His cue was missed!  

They improvised, and nobody knew.

Whew.