The Tao of Ping Pong

So, I got the kids a ping pong table.

Okay. I got myself a ping pong table but made it look like it was from me. What?

Of course, putting the ping pong table together is another matter. Fortunately, I have male friends with tools in the form of Todd, with Bernie's drill. So, once Lisa and I made sure Todd had lots of help (does it matter that it's in the form of two 9-yr old boys?), we went back upstairs and opened up the chocolate peanut clusters, yelling down every now and then, "Hey, you okay? Do you need help?" (Does it matter that we didn't wait for an answer?)

This is what Todd overheard Jack and Logan say during the four hours of "fun" putting the table together:

Jack: Wouldn't it be great if we had a robot who builds ping pong tables?

Logan: Yeah. But what would suck is that we'd have to put the robot together first.

Todd did a great job. Of course, we had to try it out first...to make sure it was safe for the kids...ahem. Eventually, the kids tackled us and took away the paddles (did you know that 9 year old boys are very, very quick?) so we slouched upstairs and had to settle for beer.

We have warned them that on New Year's Eve, once the adults start doing vodka shots, the ping pong table is ours. I just hope we can fight em off.

Happy New Year,

The Assassin