Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Remember last year when I liveblogged Thanksgiving? Well, there hasn't been quite that much excitement this year. My dad doesn't have any revelations for us like last year when he shared with us that L.L. Cool J. means "The Lady Loves Cool James," but we did have a nice conversation about mean things teachers used to do to kids back in the good ole days. My dad said that when he was in school he had a little, mean woman teacher that was an ex-marine and he said, "She had skin like a marine, too," whatever that means, Dad. Anyway, one day a kid was tipping back on his chair and he fell over backwards and this woman said ominously, "Pick your chair up. Sit in it. Tip it back." and made him repeatedly pick it up, sit in it and tip it back and fall until he started crying. Beth got spanked in front of the whole class in first grade because she tripped a kid named Rusty when he was passing out papers.
Last year was also the year that my dad and I played that fateful game of social chicken that ended with us both going to the winter parade. I thought he learned his lesson but he wrote me this email yesterday:
FYI: Just read this in the Journal:
"Twas the Night Before Christmas Parade & Parade Party. 7:00 PM Friday evening followed by the All-New After-Parade Family Party. S'Mores,marshmallow roasting, hot chocolate. Just thought you might like to know for your planning purposes. Dad
Dad, don't dare me to go again because I WILL and DAMMIT I WILL BRING YOU WITH ME AND WE WILL STAY UNTIL THE BITTER END WHEN WE ARE BOTH STUFFED WITH S'MORES, HOT CHOCOLATE, NEW FRIENDS AND HOLIDAY CHEER. Don't play with fire, old man. YOU WILL LOSE.