They must be Italian glass shards

A little bit of background information is necessary here. Firstly, the Grimmlet loves the movie The Christmas Story. Absolutely loves it. She has loved it for years and, in fact, we are supposed to be going to see it in play form this coming weekend. Hope it doesn't suck. Secondarily, I recently ordered some wine glasses for a wedding present that ended up being delivered to my house. Which is where the Grimmlet found them...

Grimmlet: Dad, there's a box outside.
Me: OK. Bring it inside, please.
[Some struggle ensues. Eventually the box is manhandled inside.]
Grimmlet: Fra-Frag...Fra-jee-lay! Just like in the Christmas Story.
[I turn and look at her quizically.]
Grimmlet: It means fragile, dad.

Yays!

So the Grimmlet is back with me and my quote standards are low. But this is funny to me. It all begins with some old pre-K art projects that she found.

Grimmlet: Look! Here's a snowman! And here's a gingerbread man! And look at all the food I used!

She holds up a sheet of construction paper with a large seven drawn on in marker. Inside the borders are numerous pieces of dry pasta.

Me: Mmmm. Looks delicious.

(Mind this is immediately after lunch.)

Grimmlet: [crunch]
Me:...
Grimmlet: [crunch] [crunch-crunch]
Me:...
Grimmlet: [crunch]
Me: What are you eating?
Grimmlet: Food. Pasta from my art project.
Me: Gah! That's several years old! Gross! Go spit it out!

Please Do Not Hump

A sentiment that I do not hold. Except as it relates to dogs and my leg. Otherwise it is all good.

Anyhow, as is immediately apparent from the title of this post, I went for a train ride the other day. For the Thanksgiving day, specifically. Which is to say that I left on the day before Thanksgiving but arrived at my destination very early on Thanksgiving day.

It was quite chilly when I got off of the train and I immediately realized that I had forgotten my hat. Now, forgetting one's hat in Florida is rarely a problem. Even in February. But it was quite a bit cooler in SC than I am now accustomed to experiencing. My head did not appreciate the lack of hat (and hair.) This is why I cannot ever live north of the 30th parallel. I don't get along so well with cold.

Now I have been without the Grimmlet for almost 2 weeks. This sucks for obvious reasons, but it also means that I have not had any new opportunities to gather conversation scraps to feed the blog monster. So I will make some up about the train ride:

Me: Are you enjoying the train ride?
Grimmlet: [snore]
Me: Oh, right. It is awfully late.

Me: Do you mind if I continue playing Pokemon without your input?
Grimmlet: [snore]
Me: Oh, right. It is awfully late.

And on the return trip...

Me: [Giggling]
Grimmlet: Why are you shaking? I'm trying to sleep.
Me: That train has a sign that says "Please Do Not"...You know what? Go to sleep. It's very early.