mummy dear, mummy dear

Captain America: "Mom, what is this song?"
Me: "It's 'Breakfast in America' by Supertramp."
Captain America: "Then why is he saying not to look at his girlfriend? That's not even about breakfast."

On Saturday we had Fakesgiving with my dad's family. It was terrific, and it continues to mystify me why people will choose white meat over dark. My aunt Barbara brought a jello salad that I guess Superman fell deeply in love with, because he took a whole tub of it home--it's one of those 2-quart containers. He's weird about jello. He wrote me a note the other day about how much he loves it. Here is a picture: Don't hassle me about the all caps! We're working on it. It says, "Dear Mom. I love your jello." But evidently he loves Barbara's jello more.