Sometimes, the simple pleasures are best. Sitting down to a game of Scrabble with Cousin Boromir and Cousin Faramir and trouncing them. And using the itsy-bitsy word "ye," as in "Come all ye bold, advent'rous lads," to pull ahead of Cousin Boromir.

Have I mentioned lately how nifty it is to hang out with my cousins now that they're both teenagers?