I worked last night with my Palo Alto family, with the infamous "R". I've had my problems with this kid, but we had a pretty good night (he sat on my lap at one part and proceeded to put flowers all over my hair, after I told him I was allergic to them). We played with his awesome falling apart Beamo, I am so going to ask Santa for one of these for Christmas. "R" and I played one of his crazy games where he makes up the rules as he goes along, but in the end I was able to win my "prize". Which was a recipe to make gold.
Part of our conversation over dinner last night:R: What if there was a bad guy here?
J: Well, we wouldn't have to worry because I wouldn't let him in. And you wouldn't let him in either right?
R: I would let him into your mouth [laughter]
