Is that Guire?

While we were at Rich's parents house one day over the Thanksgiving holiday week, Rich looked out the window and said, "Is that McGuire at the bottom of the hill?"  Sure enough, McGuire had managed to leave the house.  I ran out the door to scoop up our coatless, shoeless little guy.  When I asked him why he left the house alone, he looked at me and then pointed to the house across the street and said, "Football, mom" in this duh tone of voice.  Sure enough, there were some kids outside playing football and McGuire had managed to take notice and wanted to get a closer look.  Needless to say, we took him back up the hill, found a football and Grandpa and dad went outside to play ball with McGuire.

That same house put up a blow-up Santa on their front lawn.  Guire was so excited and called us all to the window to see Santa Claus.  The next morning, when he looked out and saw that Santa was deflated, he called us all back to the window to see the distressing seen.  Kennedy convinced him that Santa was just sleeping.  Now, whenever we see a deflated Christmas character on someone's lawn or roof, the kids inform Rich and I that they are just sleeping and not to worry!