S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y Night

We had a belated Hanukkah celebration with my parents tonight. We didn't have our annual latke party at our house this year so Norm was able to break out the "Shofar So Good" apron and fry up an outstanding batch just for us. De-lish.



I made my mom's brisket and roasted some asparagus, and nobody ran from the table screaming, so I took that to mean they were pretty passable too.



Lauren was engrossed by her new V-Tech reader so the grown-ups could visit for a bit.



Then presented a surprise that she and I had worked on all morning.



Big Top Cupcake!!

Come on, I know you've seen the commercials, but bet you didn't know anyone actually got suckered into buying one, right? Really, I had no choice. This child's powers of persuasion know no end. I must admit, though, it was fun to make and we'll definitely be doing it again.

After all that sugar, Pop-Pop Mark entertained us a story from the past week.

As my dad relayed it, when he picked Lauren up from school on Thursday, she told him she had to go to the potty before leaving. Obviously, he accompanied her. Not only did she make him go with her into the stall, but when she was done, she asked him to wipe her. Not knowing the potty protocol, he obliged. After they were done, he told her they needed to go and wash their hands. "Nuh-Uh", she said. "I don't have to wash my hands. You were the one who wiped me." Cheeky little thing, we know.

For some reason, both Lauren and my mom found his tale of the events so hysterical, they made him repeat it three times. Each one produced a similar reaction.