I bought gas for $2.09 -- WOO HOO!!
JD and I went to our last home football game. He doesn't understand the game - well, not the game on the field anyway. He DOES understand the way to get the prizes that the cheerleaders throw into the stands is to go stand at the fence when they start throwing and look EXCEPTIONALLY cute. Well, that and be the child of a teacher whose class you must pass. I think we have a bathtub full of little red footballs.