I went to the grocery store and picked up the essentials: butter, four cartons of keefer, (instead of milk, dammit) chicken, wine and ice skates for Stefan. He was thrilled. We are the kind of parents who say, "We bought you skates, we never said we'd take you skating." So he walked around in the snowy yard in his skates for half an hour and pronounced himself a very good ice skater. Then we gave in and tromped across the street to the park-turned-ice-rink so he could give his ice skates a first-time whirl, and some not-intentional twirls. I can't imagine learning to ice skate without a rail to cling to in horror. I think Stefan is junior nationals champion material because on his first time out he didn't do that horrible splits thing nor did he break his tailbone.
I submit the following picture for a handy shopping reference. From left to right: keefer, milk, wine.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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