Here is my completely imaginary interpretation of Will's masterpiece:"That's Sydney and Damian and me and we're standing in the middle of all the fire in the world. The wings of The Bad Man beckon, and Damian made all the grown-ups fall down, even you, Mommy. You all fell down, because you all have ouchies, and now the ground is sticky."
And Matt's been commenting lately that every evening when he leaves work, there are maybe a thousand crows just sitting in the trees around his building. A THOUSAND crows, friends.
Cooincidence?
--and when I said, "Oh, fine, I'll just take a photo of you eating the bread, then," he did this--
--I finally just had to take a photo myself--
--but we still got to spend two hours exhuberantly and fruitlessly rooting them on together (in a stadium filled to the max with fans of the opposing
The
Hell, even the gingerbread house fell--












But never fear! I rolled in from class late tonight to find that in the absence of traditional ornaments, the girls had decorated the tree with...




