joy, from the mouth of a child

Duncan was unusually quiet around us this weekend.  That means he didn't talk much to Gramps and me.  Until we were headed home with him.  I don't understand how his child's mind works and am surprised at what it produces.  Yesterday it was this:

Dunc: Dogs are the best animals to use in the Army.  They can protect people and find stuff.

Me: You mean sniff out stuff like bombs?

Dunc: Yeah.  Cats aren't any good though.

Me: Why not?

Dunc: They are just pussycats.  Pussycats aren't any good in the army, cause they won't listen or do anything except sit on landmines and blow soldiers up.

Me: (Silence.  What do you say to that?)

...life is good. ~cath
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silly stuff

And sometimes it's the stupid stuff that gets you through each day...

Because laughter doesn't have any thing to do with intelligence, but is all about sharing a connection...

Copy and paste this in your browser (it's a safe link even though it looks like junk):

http://www.jibjab.com/view/fr9xTZLhR7uB5LOMoSKIpA?utm_campaign=URL+Copy&utm_content=elf_dance_app_5&utm_medium=Share&utm_source=JibJab&cmpid=jj_url

Or you might try this one (the only thing on my Facebook that I have posted public):

http://www.jibjab.com/view/NN_CU82tS2q4dXX9jgoXiw?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=Share&utm_campaign=ElfDance&utm_content=elf_dance_app_5

and if those links didn't work, then you'll have to wonder what I was doing. :)

I call this the grandkid shuffle (I threw the dog in so they would have an extra dancer...it was either that or put Gramps in and he is the brunt of my jokes often enough.  I figured it was time to give Gramps a break and humiliate the dog.  The grandkids?  By the time they are old enough to be embarrassed by this, I'll be dead anyway...soooo.....

Grammy strikes again. :)

...life is good. ~cath
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you're never too old for santa

Here it is, 4 days afterward, and I am still writing about Christmas.  But I got something special in the mail yesterday and wanted to share it.

A couple days before Christmas, I got a text from my sister Vix asking for my son's mailing address.  I texted it back, then forgot about it, although I thought to myself it was a little late for Christmas cards.  Then a couple days ago I was talking to my mum, and she asked if I'd gotten the photo of Vix yet, and I said no.  She cryptically said "just wait", and so I had to...wait.

Yesterday it arrived, along with a letter from Vix.  Here is the photo:

And here is what happened, in her own words:

As I read it, I laughed, and Christmas arrived four days late to my heart.  My goofy, dorky sister with the warped sense of humor I love gave me the best gift I could have gotten from her, the gift of laughter...and of love.

I hope as the year winds down, you take time to enjoy the small stuff.  The best things really do come in small packages.

Sometimes they come in envelopes.

~cath xo
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