My daughter's insane

Here's the proof.
Friday was the last day of school before winter break. So what does Sally Ann do? In a moment of boredom, she and several of her friends wrote a Christmas song about physics, to the tune of the twelve days of Christmas. Here's the last verse:

On the twelfth day of physics, my teacher gave to me
12 hundred problems
11 strange dimensions
10 racing buggies
9 types of trusses
8 force sensors
7 roller coasters
6 new labs
5 hours of homework!
4 metric units
3 Newton's laws
2 vector graphs
and an apple falling from a tree!

To make matters worse, not only did Sally Ann write the crazed poem, she sang it to her physics teacher in class. She forced one of her shyer friends to sing along with her, and the poor girl had had so much sugar she just couldn't say "no." The teacher, Mr. Johns, is a bit strange, but even he didn't know how to react. The man just sat there with a goofy smiley and tried to pretend it wasn't happening, from what I heard from Sally Ann's friend.
Sally Ann is certainly following in her mother's footsteps, at any rate.

Decorating the Christmas Tree

I know it's been awhile since I last posted, but I've been busy with Christmas stuff. You would not believe how hard it is to go shopping for 9 1/2 kids. I literally have to keep a list of what I've bought for each kid. It's horrible. Two years ago, I forgot to get Michelangelo anything but some stocking stuffers. The poor kid was so sure Santa hated him that he ran to his room crying. I had to pretend to find a $100 bill under the tree with his name on it to cheer him up. I never saw any of that money again.
But anyway, we set up our Christmas tree yesterday. It's a bit of a sad tree; there are huge gaps where no branches exist. But after putting on about six or seven strands of lights, more beads than you can shake a stick at, and a surprisingly dismal amount of ornaments (no one felt like doing much after the Simpsons turned on), I am happy to say I survived the experience. Not sure I can say the same thing about Bob, of course, but he's expendable.
Halfway through the meal, I whipped up some hot cocoa for everyone to enjoy. It tasted okay, though mine was a bit watery and tasteless, and I think everyone had a good time. I had to make three kettles of water to ensure there was enough for all 11 1/2 of us to drink some. I don't know what I would have done otherwise.