Finn decided he wanted to buy a whole pineapple at the grocery yesterday so I let him, thinking it could be yet another little learning science experiment. When I told him it would be so cool to cut it up and eat the yummy insides, he was horrified.

"No, we're not cutting it. He's my friend." He said hugging the prickly pineapple protectively. (there's your weekly alliteration. you're welcome.)

I laughed, thinking he'd get over it.

Nope. He made a bed for it and it ate breakfast with us at the table this morning. Now Mr. Pineapple is relaxing in front of the fire.

Grammy and Bompie sent a box of Christmas goodies and in the box was some costume jewelry from their pal, BY. Hadley had a field day with it and has separated it all out and untangled everything allthewhile telling me of her precious jewels.

Finn got in on the action too. Fast forward 20 years and can't you see him hooting and hollering at some outdoor concert, with a beer in one hand, talking about "Play some Skynard, Man!"