For all of you nice people sending me emails/calling about the Wii, thank you! Don't you worry about anything, I just like to keep my kids on their toes and if they think they might not get a toy, they behave just a teensy bit better (Jack, if you're reading this, you're not getting a Wii).

Mitch's mom was up for the weekend, and we also had his brother, sister-in-law, and nephew for a few meals. Oliver, who's four, got initiated into my mean little rule in which, if a child comes crying to me during a game, said game is over. For instance, I heard muffled crying in the garage when the kids were playing in the bouncy house. About 20 minutes later, Olivia comes in with a goose egg on her forehead, but they all said "nothing" happened when I asked. In this way, I don't get bugged by a bunch of whiners, and they learn to suck it up. Everybody wins! I think the kids had to physically restrain Oliver a few times, though.

Today at preschool, a little boy was looking at all the girls and he said to me and another mom: "None of these girls has a penis. I have a penis. And so does my dad, and his is HUGE!" Tonight is the preschool Christmas party and I can't wait to meet this kid's dad...