Friends, Fine Wines, and Faux Pas

Mike, Christy, and Colin came over on Friday. It was really great to see them, and it was fun to see Greta and Colin getting along so well. Before they came, Greta kept asking, "Is Colin coming over to my house? Is he coming over because he wants to see me really bad?"

Look how cute they are:

On Saturday, we went back to Skaneateles to have part two of Fran's father's birthday celebration. This celebration was originally scheduled to throw Fran's father off the trail of his surprise party, but because we are classy and we love extravagance, we did it anyway. I am not about to deny myself filet mignon and lobster tail just because it's not a real celebration. Fran's father was kind enough to share both a 95 and 96 Opus One with us. Everyone really enjoyed it. What they didn't know is that I secretly bathroom-pounded the Opus and replace it with Carlo Rossi.

Greta, Grandma Norma, and Hoppa

On Sunday, we took a trip to BJs (like I said, we're classy) to pick up household items in obscenely large quantities. While we were out, we all got really hungry, for McDonald's. Greta got a Cheeseburger Happy Meal with apples and milk. She ate most of it, but she could not finish all of the apples. As we were leaving, Greta said she wanted to take the apples with her.

A few minutes later in the car:

Pat: Greta, are you going to eat those apples?
Greta: No. I want them, though.
Pat: Should we share them with a hobo?
Greta: Noooo, they're mine.
Pat: Wouldn't you want to help a hobo?
Greta: Why?
Pat: They might be hungry, and you don't want to eat those apples anyway.
Greta: But I want to save the apples.
Pat: It's nice to help people if you can. You could help a hungry person.[Pause]
Greta: OK, I wanna share my apples with a homo.
Pat: Ok. We'll do that.

-Pat