I've got a few minutes before Alec returns from his first beer run ever. At dinner I ordered him a Prairie Fire in front of our parents. He took it down well, then started tearing up a minute later, my mom thought it was pretty funny.
Last night as we pulled in to the house, Alec got his first present. See, there are these 'decorative' lamps of sorts that line our driveway. Over the past few years, my dad, mom, and I have taken out nearly every one backing down the drive, while Alec watches and laughs from the house. With all the snow in the driveway, my dad couldn't make it all the way up and ended up just skidding sideways, slamming into one of the lights with the tail of the van. Alec immediately knew what happened and burst into laughter, that infectious laughter of his that got us all going. It turns out that my dad had hit the one lamp that Alec had predicted was impossible to hit. My dad just laughed and wished Alec a happy birthday.
So here I go, we're off to Magoo's Annex in a bit. Here's to hoping Alec doesn't puke.