No more fat jokes. Dad said he would help me gain some weight. He says I just need some good ol' chicken noodle soup.Last night we saw the Symphony in the garden. That was fun. We layed out in the grass and watched the wind blow through the trees and listened to some good music: chi-cow-ski, I believe. Having dinner outside was fun too. So much fun, in fact, that we let mom and dad sleep until 6:45 this morning before really cranking it up.Benjamin continues to try to scare the crumb out of mom and dad. Should have seen him just standing there, almost on his own, last night. Still seems like a whole bunch of work for nothing as far as I'm concerned.