Dinner was still cooking, much longer than I had hoped...well, we were just slow, I guess, not that it took longer, but that we started late...anyway, I ended up needing to entertain the kids as well as improve my own dark mood. Next thing I know, we're doing puppet shows with our bare hands behind the window in the kitchen door. Lee about split a gut, he thought it was the funniest thing! Now his hands have happily enjoyed their dinner, stolen our noses and ears, and have told us all kinds of stories.
Lisa's translation: One hand sees a Reindeer, the other hand says "that's cool!" Then they put on hats. Other topics of hand-puppet shows: cabop floats (root beer floats), hiking, and octopuses. (or is it octopi? I don't know.)