Grandpa came to visit me on Friday, and he brought me one of the most awesome toys I've ever seen -- a remote control helicopter. Daddy kept trying to show me how to use it, a.k.a. fly it himself and not share with me, but Grandpa assured me that it was MY present and once I finally got the controller out of Daddy's hands I had a blast flying the helicopter up into the ceiling, knocking down some of that popcorn ceiling stuff, and then watching it crash spectacularly back down to the ground. Thanks, Grandpa!