There's a Little Sigfreid...

... in all of us.
(Or was that Roy?)

At any rate, it's nice to know Thomas will always be able to find good, steady work in Vegas.

In other news, we went to our good friend Nya's birthday party on Saturday. An excellent time was had by all. Especially Thomas. At one point, Steve and I looked up from trying to cut pizza for Jack and control Anna and the drinkbox and wondered "where's the knife?"

Oh, no worries. Thomas had it.
heh heh! But he's fine! No worries, grandparents!

The other highlight was post-pizza and cake when most of the kids had moved to the other room for games, but the remains of party food were still out on the party tablecloth on the floor. I guess Thomas was thirsty, because I found him methodically picking up a drinkbox, slurping the last few drops out of it, tossing it aside and moving onto the next one. Over and over again.

I hope he's not that person who tosses back everyone else's half empty glasses at a cocktail party--