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Mr. Boy’s sniffer

Mr. B. and I bought a pre-owned vehicle yesterday, a 3-year-old silver Honda CRV with sun/moon roof and fulltime four-wheel drive. He rode along on the test excursion, searching the backseat area for damage (finding none) and using his keen, non-cigarette-damaged sense of smell to ferret out anything untoward. He didn’t smell anything bad, except what he pronounced a little mildew from all the rain we’ve been having. He liked it back there. More room, he thought, than in the old Jeep Cherokee, although that’s unlikely since the CRV is shorter and narrower. Nevertheless. His reward? A can of Big Red soda pop. He thought it was worth it. Also liked the tinted windows, which will let him play his Leapster in the back seat without interference from the sun.

Santa come and gone

Knee-deep in torn wrapping paper, the only sound at the Rancho is Mr. B.’s delighted chatter about such as his new Lego X-wing fighter, his Leapster math games, and his Nerf-ball target set. Since he got us up at 6:30 this morning, and although the sun is out for the first time in several days, the wind is gusting to 20 mph, so Mom and Dad are taking it slow and easy. Later, at supper, the sound of popping Christmas crackers. I got the orange crown.