In the image below, I am enjoying the center of attention on the table at my dadda's wood shop.
Other big people are lazing about due to the "Company Holiday Party" situation. I don't know where momma was; dadda was in charge of me, which was super fun.
I got to wear dadda's icky old hat.
I got to play with, and drool upon, various tools.
I got to stare blankly at the camera. Fortunately, this shot allows the viewer to admire my chin rash. Drooling. It takes its toll.
Eventually, momma and auntie A. and Genevieve and baby Marguerite showed up, and we all posed for some sort of company promotional image. I'm rather blase about these photo-ops by this point.
After this shot, we smaller persons were deposited with some individuals I heard referred to as "babysitters"at Genevieve's house while the bigger persons went next door to the saloon. I was ok with this for a while. Maybe an hour. But I really hadn't napped appropriately that afternoon (too much going on! can't settle down!) so my congeniality was at a low. Eventually, one of the babysitters went to the saloon and told on me. Momma appeared to listen to my complaints. She was not that sympathetic, I have to say. What's so great about a saloon anyway? Why not hang out with me?
More on this whole Christmas event and the trip to Gramma's and Bappa's soon. Evidently, my producer is rounding up some images.
Jingles,
Buckaroo
