Please make a note: If you come to visit the Berkes, we will insist that you visit the Spam Museum. We do, after all, live in Spam Town, USA. So when John’s nephew and his girlfriend came to visit, we led the way to the local tourist trap.
They have this little station that looks like a diner, and the egg yolk is the mouse, and the butter is the clicker.
Drew and Ethan looked right at home.
And Ethan always enjoys testing his strength by pulling this rope to lift a huge crate full of Spam. I think he now, at age 10, officially weighs more than a crate of Spam. Victory!
And here are Meg and Drew, testing out a new career on the factory line canning Spam. I think they enjoyed it, but I guess they are still heading off to college.
In fact, they left today. We enjoyed having them for a spell.
The kids did too, although they are glad to reclaim their space on the top floor.
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