Not to burst John's bubble and it has been some time since I looked at the New York driver's manual--but I believe that in residential area in New York the speed limit is suppose to be 25 which is routinely ignored. We also lived close to several parkways which upped the speed when driven.

The other day my folks took Mojo to church with them during the week for a mass for my brother Joe. I warned my mother that this would not go well and she would be better off attending church with lucifier, but they took him. Mind you my folks insist on sitting at the very front of the church--another no-no when with Mojo. First Mojo develo-ped over active bladder disease and insisted he had to go to the bathroom three times during mass. When he went the second time, he had trouble going (and probably knowing the trouble he would be in for a failed attempt) and my mom told me she heard him say to his ochinchi, I know you have to go. Then through the entire mass and mind you this is a week day mass so it is like 30 minutes, he kept asking, Is it over? Finally the mass ended and they were walking out, the priest says to Mojo, Yes it's over. Which made me wonder how loud he was inquring about the mass length. Unlike Bazooka Joe, I know longer have to wonder what my kids are thinking. Mojo also told the chimney guy, "you should shut the dorr when you come in."

I do remember however one time specifically pondering what the heck they were thinking. They were probably 3 and 2 and I went into the kitchen to put laundry in. I had left them some marshmallows to eat in the living room. Instead of eating them, they chewed them and spit them out on the table--then began dancing in it in their bare feet...

Cookie has ended his rein as the star kindergartener, don't tell Grandpa Vito but he said his favorite team was the New York Mets and this was posted on the star kindergartener bulletin board. He also had to cut out photos of things he liked. He cut out what appeared to be Mt. St. Helen's erupting explaining to me he liked battles and this was the smoke of battle. He cut out some lumberjack climbing a tree with one of those special tools--explaining he liked to climb to high places. His final picture was like a porch lamp--this he said was for his new house which he like alot. I'm hoping he didnt give the battle explanation to the teacher, but I'm certain he did.