Tom Foolery

While we were in Russia, we received a lovely e-mail from Isaiah that went something like this:

Hi Mom and Dad. I love you and I miss you. Oh, and here is my list of things I would like you to bring back for me:

Pet spider
Russian games
BIG stacking doll
Pet fish
Tech decks
Toys
New PJ's
Football
Chocolate
Two crystals
Telescope
Fake vomit
Lava lamp
Phone

First I would like to say that judging by Isaiah's wish list, I am pretty sure he did not fully understand just exactly where we were.

And second, while we did manage to bring a few of those items home for him, the greatest toy he got was his sister.




I apologize ahead of time, Naomi, for all the tom foolery you will be subjected to at the hands of your brothers. But if it makes you feel any better, I completely understand. You see, you now have 3 uncles who did a great job of traumatizing me. I can't tell you how many times I was folded into the couch hide-a-bed, locked in my pitch black room with the green ghost hiding in my closet and forced to dig up our dead gerbil, Alvin. Somehow I managed to survive though and I'm pretty sure you will too.

But just in case it gets to be too much for you, I know a secret pressure point on Isaiah that will bring him to his knees and render him useless. I'll show you sometime because you and I...well, we've got to stick together.