Monday, December 7, 2009
Chestnuts Roasting on an open fire...
One night when Hallie was four Brady was playing with her on the floor in the living room. He lifted her up like an airplane overhead for one of his strong daddy tricks. His hands must have been gripping her a little too tightly around her ribcage so as not to drop her on her pretty little head! Because she, in her adorable tiny tot voice, said "daddy you are hurting my chestnuts." Needless to say we giggled about that one for awhile. Until it turned cold (which in Galveston meant in the 60's) and Bing started crooning his Christmas songs. It was then that our families giggles turned into hysteria. I mean come on... "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...." "at the fireplace where we'll watch the chestnuts pop, pop, pop, pop." You couldn't contain the laughter that instantly filled our car the first time we heard those songs after Hallie coined our new nickname for that particular part of a girls anatomy. I'm sorry to say that those songs will never be the same for us. I just hope I haven't ruined them for you by letting you in on one of our Banta Family Secrets. Let me tell you, we have some good ones that we will never share!!!!
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