my sister's house

My sister L. is thirteen years older than I. It's always a hoot to go to her house for holidays. Here is Kupa, he can make you jump through the ceiling with the sound he makes.


Flip here is not much better. He likes to start jabbering as soon as you try to talk to someone. My brother in law calls L's house the Wild Kingdom.


Indeed. Birds, a dog, and my two free loading twenty-something nephews round out the sense of adventure. But we did have fun...and a wonderful dinner.


And all of us were thankful not to be turkeys.