November 21

One of the kids' favorite activities of late is shooting tiny, sticky rubber chickens at the ceiling and watching to see which one falls first. (Seriously. This is just a pic of one, but as I type, there are two hanging above my head.)

It's definitely weird, but it's also funny to watch the flinging and the odd competitiveness that brews as they wait to see whose bird is first to take the big dive to the carpet below. And sometimes, I'm thankful for just that brand of frivolity.