The Squirrel

Here is the now infamous Niagara Falls black squirrel.

(This is your notice Santa. Ohh, and also Matthew is going to start making out a gigantic list of all the stuff his awful mom NEVER gets him!)

Niagara Falls

We took a quick trip to Niagara Falls today. We drove along Lake Ontario the long way (with almost no other cars) to get there and took the quick way (with cars and tolls) to get back. We took some pictures, ate lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe, and endured an entire day of Matthew acting like one of the flying monkeys from The Wizard of Oz. His new favorite word: "Maybe." He says it after everything. Example: "My name is Matthew. Maybe." or "I didn't eat the chocolate. Maybe." (with chocolate coating his face). He also chastised dad for "not winning" against the other cars on the road. I also endure such criticism when I am driving. We live in fear for that day a mere 10 years from now when the flying monkey takes the wheel...

Also, in addition to a hamster, another dog, and a LIVE fish it turns out that there is yet one more animal we NEED to have in our house: A Niagara Falls state park black squirrel. This is not to be confused with "fat squirrel", which is actually a flavor of beer made in Wisconsin.

I'm sure we'll go there again, and hopefully next time it'll be with updated passports so we can view it from Canada.