Christmas in Goodfield was a traditional 9 hour, children-centric extravaganza. Staying awake generally isn't a problem! Still, Jane rescued the day by carving out an island of adulthood in the form of a 500-piece puzzle. I'll leave it to the scientists to explain the refreshing surge of stimulation that easily surpassed the evening's previous activity - watching children leap about a toy elephant blowing paper butterflies into the air.
We got about 480 pieces put into place within an hour or so... at which point the children signaled (a better synonym for "wailed" escapes me at the moment) that it was time to go home. And as we were all getting a tad bleary-eyed and hunchbacked from distinguishing this sky piece from that one anyway, we called it a holiday. All's well that ends well, and since our 4-year-old nephew Tyler made some amazing contributions to it... perhaps a new tradition was born! Otherwise, Uncle Joe might have to bring some delicious Ritalin cookies and Nyquil punch next year.
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Well said! I was going to suggest Benedryl laced chocolates and double doses of Dimatapp next year as well;-) I'll make sure to bring the puzzle next year to keep some sanity in those of us old enough to shave...at least some part of our body...
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