The kids went off to “excurge,” which is T.’s new verb form of excursion. I was not supposed to ask any questions, so I didn’t. I went off to lunch with Brent at Google instead.
By the time the kids and I arrived back, we were all feeling much nicer. I was doing my own secret stuff in the kitchen since we’re going to be in this exact apartment for Christmas. They did some secret stuff themselves and then we set up our tiny Christmas tree and made paper chains. Voila the Salsman-Chapman Christmas extravaganza for 2011: