After Rei's dance class, and on the way to a church Christmas bazaar, we heard some of Go's freakiest, unsung Canadian comedians. One in particular caught Reiko's attention: Jim Gaffigan's routine about Hot Pockets/Pizza Pockets.
Lunch was a church ham dinner and for supper, we invited Shelley's soon-to-be-moving-to-Calgary-co-worker-and-his-family over for supper. (Lasagne: hot pocket without the pocket). Their kids and ours played well together, staying up past bedtime.
Everyone managed to maintain their good humour, although they became somewhat giddy. Especially if you happen to sing the simple little jingle "Hot Pock-ets!" to a little girl.