MY DAD MAKES THE BEST HUMBLE PIE. REALLY, YOU SHOULD TRY IT SOME TIME.

My dad (aka "Big Train") has won the prize for greatest comment on my blog EVER.

Seriously, I almost died from laughter. It was that funny.

First, go read my previous post entitled "I Hate Some Stuff."

(Really, go read it. You won't understand the comment otherwise.)

I'll wait. . .

Okay, good. Now, here's the most fabulous comment to ever be posted (and just in case you are new here, the elusive 'grandchildren' he is referring to are my three kids in some "so cute and so sweet" (aka: unrecognizable) state:

I wasn't in the Christmas spirit until we invited our grandchildren over for dinner last week, and to help with Christmas decorations. They were so cute and so sweet, that I found myself beginning to get the Christmas spirit. I'll introduce you to them if you would like. You'll really like them, because they are really cool beans.

Well played, Big Train, well played.

And I have been sufficiently humbled.