The eagle has landed. Or, more aptly, the hedgehog has landed. The mailtruck arrived was I was reading a scinitllating article in the WSJ about the resurgance of pleather as luxury upholstery (I shit you not). The boys were out at Rye Playland for a haunted house adventure -- they just got back, so Cookie is certain to be trying on his costume any minute now.

They watched Sonic X this morning -- taking a break from our helicopter-building project. I promised Cookie that we'd build a contraption this weekend, so I got out the Erector Set and we settled on the chopper. I told him we'd make a robot next time.