Anything that gets delivered to our home in the form of a box or a large envelope sets the children into a carnal frenzy. They stand beside it jubilantly and crazy-eyed like cavemen around a first fire.
A food scale is something we always planned on getting but just never did. I always wondered, though, how close we were with our guesstimates.
Before I even finished reading the brief manual, Charlie had already determined the total weight of three storm trooper figures, a bar of soap, my car keys and his little brother's tongue.
