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GeoffC, hi.
Your trick with the icecream worked marvels! Let me tell you the story.
Just after you send the trebuchet stuff (ecellent BTW), Mr. S*** the guy that is torturing my garden to build this darnst sidewalk in front of my house and that LittleDaughterFutureGorgeous has called smarty (he goes for errands leaving his slaves laboring), arrives with a big smile and a huge plastic bag full of mountain wild blueberries that is wife just brought home from their cabin somewhere. "These are for the little one, not for you" He will be granddadded soon. LittleDaughterFutureGorgeous this morning kissed him thank you and much more. Send toads.
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