The Evolution of Kid's Waiting Rooms

Kids today don't know how good they have it.

Since I was a kid (which, admittedly, was a long, long time ago) there have been a lot of advancements to make life easier for kids. One of those advancements is the creation of kid waiting rooms.

When I was a kid, if your parents went to get the car fixed there was nothing to entertain the kids. There were four uncomfortable chairs and possibly some magazines, but they were all Better Homes & Gardens, or Good Housekeeping, or Popular Mechanics. If you were really lucky, there might be a Reader's Digest.

Dentist offices and doctor offices were better, but not by much. How much better were they? They were exactly one old Highlights magazine better. (Can you find the tea kettle hidden in the picture?) (Because I never could.)

Amazingly, they still make Highlights magazine and books!  You can get them  at Amazon.

Every dentist and doctor office had a Highlights magazine. Some of them even had two or three. And each one of them was entertaining---for about five minutes. And then it was back to Good Housekeeping. Or whining: "Mom, how much longer? We've been here forever!"

Kids today have it so much better. My kids want to go with me to get the oil changed in the mini-van.  Why? Because there's a waiting room especially for kids! It's got a big screen television on the wall showing one of their favorite movies. (Because, apparently, Frozen is just as good the 823rd time as it was the first time.)

More fun than Better Homes & Gardens!

But it's not just the television. There are fancy floor-mat villages and toys of every kind. The waiting room is much more fun than home could ever be! Given the choice between playing with all the new toys we got them for Christmas, or going to the car dealership's kid waiting room and playing with the beat-up toys that have been slobbered on by forty or fifty different kids each day, they would choose the waiting room toys every single time.

Well, except for that one toy:

Every waiting room has one!

There is a wire and bead toy in every modern waiting room. And it never gets played with for more than two minutes by any kid. It's today's version of the Highlights magazine.

But even if, by some chance, your kids aren't distracted enough by the television or the toys, there's always entertainment to be had from smart phones, iPads, tablets, and other electronic devices.

Kids today have so many choices of things to watch or do while waiting that there's no need for them to ever say, "I'm bored" again. (But they still will. Because some things will never change.)

Donuts and Ice Cream for Breakfast!!!

Apparently, they have finally just given up.

Not so long ago there was a lot of hand-wringing about the excess amount of sugar in children's sugary cereal. Cereals began touting how they had "high fiber," "whole grains," and "no fat." Cereals wanted people to think they were good for you. They wanted you to think of cereal as a healthy choice for breakfast.

It was a nice effort, and it may even have worked on occasion. But now the cereal companies have given up. They just don't care what you think about their cereals anymore.

Why do I say this? Well, the other day I was walking down the cereal aisle at the store and I saw this:

Sprinkled Donut Crunch!!! Part of this healthy (???) breakfast!

Yes, that's right, it's Cap'n Crunch's Sprinkled Donut Crunch! And, for clarification, it's not just any old Donut Crunch, it's Sprinkled Donut Crunch! (Check out the Cap'n gleefully flinging the sprinkles!)

So, to heck with even attempting to appear nutritious. The fine folks at Quaker are taking aim directly at our children with a three-pronged attack: 1) kids love donuts; 2) kids love sprinkles; and C) kids love cartoon characters. (Although personally I've always been a little leery of Cap'n Crunch. His eyeballs and eyebrows are on the outside of his hat! Also, if he was a real Captain I don't think they'd always be so careful to always spell his name "Cap'n.")

His eyebrows appear to float above his head. They actually cast a shadow on his hat!

When I saw the Sprinkled Donut Crunch I immediately thought of an old Saturday Night Live skit from the late 1970s in which John Belushi trains for the decathlon by eating "Little Chocolate Donuts." (Check out the link.) (They're the "Donuts of Champions!") Only this time it's not a skit. It's real life. Kids all over the country will be "training" by eating little Sprinkled Donuts!

I might give them the benefit of the doubt, but the Sprinkled Donut Crunch was located on the shelf right next to the boxes of Oops! All Berries, which sounds like it might be healthy until you look at the sugar content and realize that real berries don't look like technicolor rabbit droppings.

Oops! All Berries! (No actual berries were harmed in the making of this cereal.)

As I walked down the cereal aisle, I saw a few signs that not everyone had succumbed to the Sprinkled Donut craze. There was some Special K, some Cracklin' Oat Bran, and some Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

But, just as I was starting to have some hope for the future of humanity, I came across this:

Ice Cream Pebbles! (Because nothing goes together quite like breakfast and ice cream!)

Yes, that's right, Ice Cream Pebbles! Unfortunately, Ice Cream Pebbles aren't made with actual ice cream, they are only ice cream flavored. (A close examination of the box finds the word "Flavored" in tiny print at the end of the big words "Ice Cream.")

Should I be upset that there isn't any actual ice cream in Ice Cream Pebbles?

The Ice Cream Pebbles are even more outlandish than the Sprinkled Donut Crunch, because at least some people actually eat donuts for breakfast. No one eats ice cream for breakfast. (Well, no one with any self-respect.) 

The Ice Cream Pebbles is a new flavor because, apparently, the Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Pebbles weren't quite enough like dessert, despite the fact that the Cocoa Pebbles box claims that "It's Like An XTREME Milkshake!" (The Cocoa Pebbles box also says, "Turns Milk XTREMELY Chocolatey!" and "Extreme CHOCOLATEY Blast!") (Make no mistake, these Cocoa Pebbles are "XTREME!")

So extreme that they make you forget how to spell extreme.

I'm really worried about the youth of today. They'll spend their early years eating donuts and ice cream for breakfast! What kind of life is that?

Actually, I'm not sure what I'm complaining about. I like donuts! I like ice cream! If only they made a cereal out of cookies.

All the healthy goodness of cookies now available in your cereal bowl!

Oh. I forgot about those. Hmm...I wonder if anyone makes a cheesecake cereal?




Edited from a post originally published on 1/22/2016.

They BLEEPED Up Star Trek! (Literally)

And now they've f-ed up Star Trek. Literally.

I've been a fan of Star Trek my whole life. From Spock and Bones, to Data and Troi, to Bashir and Dax (Jadzia, of course!), to Seven and Chakotay, and even Trip and Phlox. So, I was pretty excited when I heard that a new show, Star Trek: Discovery, was coming to CBS All Access.

May the force be with you, Voldemort.

And then, I wasn't.

Why did I get a little less excited? Because I found out they were cable-izing Star Trek. You see, my wife and I signed up for CBS All Access mostly because of the promise of Star Trek: Discovery, and The Good Fight, a sequel to the show The Good Wife. The Good Wife was widely regarded as one of the best shows on network television, and we enjoyed watching it. Unfortunately, it didn't take long to see that they f'ed up the show with the sequel The Good Fight. You see, because they were now on a subscribe channel instead of over-the-air, the creators of the lawyer show decided they needed to lace the dialogue with the "F" word. 

Since they had the "freedom" of no longer being a broadcast show, they chose to use more coarse language, because, you know, there aren't enough other "quality" shows on HBO, Showtime, Netflix, Hulu, Amazon, AMC, FX, and so forth that use profanities! (Dagnabbit!!!) (If they truly wanted their show to stand out in today's television environment, they should try keeping it clean.) And so the creators of Star Trek: Discovery wanted to use that "freedom," too. 

Because of this eagerness to include more profanity, violence, and sex, I was a bit trepidatious. It didn't take long to see I was right to be concerned. The show is dark and "gritty." (I hate gritty.) They did use the "F" word, although with much less frequency than I feared. There are other problems with the show, as well. It is supposedly set ten years before Kirk and Spock, yet they have technology far more advanced than anything from The Next Generation or Deep Space Nine. The captain of the ship is a warmongering, rule-breaking jerk. (Kirk or Picard would outsmart this cretin in a flash, then have him brought up for a court martial.)

It's as if in their attempt to emulate other "prestige" shows, the creators of Star Trek: Discovery have totally missed what makes the Star Trek universe so special: the hopefulness, optimism, and joy of discovery.

Surprisingly, fans longing for those things aren't necessarily out of luck. Premiering around the same time as Star Trek: Discovery was another show about a starship: The Orville, created by and starring Seth MacFarlane. The trailer for The Orville made me laugh several times, but since MacFarlane is best known for the puerile animated show Family Guy, I had my reservations. 

Promoted as a comedy, The Orville doesn't go for the laughs as often as I expected. (Which is probably for the best, because about half the jokes work and the other half are seventh-grade level quips about male anatomy.) What I didn't expect was how earnest the space adventure storylines would be. There have been several interesting sci-fi/morality play plots that would feel right at home on Star Trek: The Next Generation or even the original Shatner/Nimoy series.

When it's all said and done, The Orville plays out like a companion series to The Next Generation, but with a slightly less competent and slightly more amusing crew. And for those of us who like the optimism and hope of Gene Roddenberry's universe, it's been a pretty wonderful discovery.

My Girl's Wardrobe Malfunction

My youngest girl had a wardrobe malfunction.

It wasn't her fault, of course. It was mine.

You see, she has pants, shorts, and skirts in her drawer. But that's not all; she also has skorts in her drawer. (A skort is a combination of a skirt and shorts.) To be honest, before I was a dad I had never heard of skorts. If you said the word "skort" I probably would have thought you were talking about one of those spoon/fork combos they have at KFC.

I have two girls, Thing 1 and Thing 3. (I also have two boys, Thing 2 and Thing 4, but they won't factor into our discussion today.) Thing 1 dresses herself. But I still pick out the clothes for Thing 3. One day, I put her in a skirt. She looked cute (as always), but something seemed a little off, and I couldn't quite figure what it was.

Later, as I was changing her diaper I pulled off her skirt and noticed a red indentation line on the skin of her upper thigh. It was then that I realized what I had done: it wasn't a skirt, it was a skort, and I had put both of her legs through one of the leg holes for the skort! Oops! (Luckily she only wore it like that for a short time before I noticed it at the diaper change. Thank goodness for frequent pooping!)

My excuse? I'm a guy. I really have no idea what I'm doing trying to dress a girl.

It's a nice excuse, but it doesn't really cut it. Maybe if Thing 3 was my first girl, but she's not. I've already been to this rodeo. She's my second girl. I really should have mastered the "dressing a girl" thing with the first one.

Unfortunately, the fact that I have two girls contributed to another wardrobe malfunction. The problem was I confused Thing 1's denim shorts with Thing 3's long pants. I put Thing 3 in Thing 1's shorts thinking they were her long pants. And the thing is, I didn't notice for several hours! Yes, the pant/shorts were quite big in the waste on Thing 3, but they only fell off of her a couple of times.

In my defense, can you guess which is the big-girl shorts and which is the little-girl pants?
It's not so easy, is it?
(The big girl shorts are on the right.)

There are inherent differences between boy clothes and girl clothes that I've learned over the years. (Usually I learned them by messing them up somehow.) For one thing, with guys there is no such thing as a "right sock" and a "left sock." Socks are socks. They are interchangeable. But, with girls, sometimes it does make a difference as to which foot the sock is on because they have some froofy flower thing or design that is supposed to be on the outside edge of the sock.

Another difference is that girls sometimes have big, outlandish pockets on the front of their pants. They look like back pockets, but they're actually front pockets. So, of course, I have had my daughter walking around with her pants on backwards many, many times.

Seriously, does that look like a front pocket or a back pocket?

I thought I was getting better. And then I stuffed both of my girl's legs into one leg-hole of her skort.

So, all I can do is keep trying to do my best. And don't worry, I'm sure my daughters will get their revenge when I'm old. I'll be the one at the rest home with his pants on backwards.



Edited from a post originally published on 5/13/2016.

Sports: Why We Play and Why We Watch

I'm getting old. (Some would question the need for the word "getting" in the previous sentence.)

But, despite the fact that I'm getting old, I still like to get out and play some basketball. And I'll keep playing basketball until either a) my aging, creaky old body won't let me anymore, or B) the young guys I play ball with lock me out of the building or move the games to a different time and/or place and "forget" to tell me about it.

Ready for my 1950's yearbook photo.
(Yes, my shirt says "Dad" on it. Because I am.)

I play basketball twice a week at the church. I'm the oldest, slowest, and fattest of the regulars (and irregulars) who come to play. (I've got shirts older than some of the other guys.) I'm not strong enough to guard the big guys, and I'm not quick enough to guard the little guys. I'm not a very good shooter, and I frequently make bad passes. Day in and day out, I'm the worst player there.

So, why do I still play? Because some days I'm not the worst player there. Some days the shots actually go in. And some days, even if I am still the worst player there, I'll deflect a pass, or I'll get a good box-out and grab the rebound, or I'll make the perfect pass, or I might even block a shot. And that's enough to keep me coming.

There's something about the feeling when you make a good play, or you contribute to a team that is doing well. It's a feeling you can't really get any other way than playing sports. It's a physical, visceral feeling, and as long as I can, I'll keep trying to attain it. (Even though I'm old and slow.)

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I have been a fan of the Minnesota Vikings since the Richard Nixon administration. (That's a long, long time ago, if you care to look it up.) I've been with the Vikings through devastating Super Bowl losses, disastrous playoff losses, and disappointing regular season losses. Over all that time the Vikings have usually had a pretty good team that just happens to lose in the playoffs in heartbreaking fashion.

My wife wonders why I still watch and cheer for the Vikings. Every year they get my hopes up, then, just like when Lucy pulls the football away from Charlie Brown, every time they end up letting me down.

Vikings on my desk and wall.

This past weekend it looked like it was going to happen again. The Vikings rushed out to a 17-0 lead over the New Orleans Saints, but then the Saints fought and clawed their way back into the game. When New Orleans kicked a field goal to take a 24-23 lead with less than half a minute left, I thought it was going to be another in a long line of heart-wrenching Vikings playoff losses.

With ten seconds left and no timeouts, the Vikings had one desperate hope. They needed to gain about twenty yards and get out of bounds to stop the clock just to get the chance to attempt a long field goal for the win. (And Vikings playoff history is littered with failed field goal attempts.)

And then, the unbelievable happened. Vikings quarterback Case Keenum lofted a ball toward the sideline, and receiver Stephon Diggs leaped in the air and caught it. But then, instead of getting out of bounds to set up the field goal, Diggs turned up the field and ran all the way untouched for the game-winning touchdown! It was one of the most remarkable plays ever! (It was the first time in the history of the NFL playoffs that a game ended in regulation with a touchdown as time expired.)

That play is the reason why I keep watching and cheering. Sometimes the miraculous can happen! And maybe it will even happen to my team. Every once in a while the team that has never won comes through and finally wins the championship. (Just ask fans of the Boston Red Sox and Chicago Cubs.) Maybe that can happen with the Vikings.

The Vikings still have to win two more games in order to bring that first Super Bowl trophy home. Maybe they'll win it this year. Maybe they won't. Either way, I'll still be watching.

How to Celebrate Your Wedding Anniversary (According to a Nine Year-Old Girl)

I married the love of my life eleven years ago today! It seems like just yesterday. It seems like a lifetime (and four kids) ago.

It was the best day of my life! (Except for maybe every day since.)

How do you celebrate the anniversary of such a wonderful day? Well, according to my oldest daughter, this is what we should do: "You should go dancing all night at the Cheesecake Factory, then throw pies in each other's faces."

On our wedding day we didn't need Cheesecake Factory because we had real cheesecake!

I don't know if I should be happy or frightened that this is what my nine year-old thinks a romantic evening should look like.

Unfortunately, there are a few problems with my daughter's plan:
1) The nearest Cheesecake Factory is about an hour away from where we live.
2) The Cheesecake Factory isn't known for its dance floor.
C) If we had some pie, I wouldn't want to waste it by throwing it in anyone's face.
4) We didn't go for that "smashing the cake in each other's face" on our wedding day, so I don't think we'll go for it today.

So, even though I hate to disappoint my daughter, I don't think we're going to follow her plan for our anniversary celebration. (Maybe we'll dance all night at Applebee's instead.)

Ickety Doo Dah (And Other Songs from My Three Year-Old)

Never underestimate the ways a three year-old can make you smile.

My three year-old girl shares a room with her year-and-a-half old brother. He is in a crib, and she is in a toddler bed. They go to sleep better with music playing, so we'll put on a playlist of random songs for their goodnight music. What often happens is that he'll go to sleep, but she'll turn on the lights and grab a bunch of books to bring to her bed to read. We'll open the door, shut off the light, tuck her back in, and close the door. Usually by the second or third time we do this, she'll finally stay in bed and fall asleep. It's a routine we go through more nights than not.

The other night I walked by their room and saw that the light was on. So, I opened the door, expecting to find her in bed with a bunch of books, or over at the book shelf gathering more nighttime reading material. That's not what I found. The song my iPod had randomly pulled up to play was "Shake Your Booty" by KC & the Sunshine Band. The Boy was asleep, his face pressed against the bars of his crib, but the girl was not in her bed. She was near her brother's crib, dancing to the music.

When she heard me open the door, she turned and looked at me, stopped dancing, and, anticipating a scolding from me, said in a very defiant tone, "I was just shaking my booty!" I closed the door on her, laughed, and let her finish. She was, after all, just shaking her booty.

(Yes, you might judge me harshly for having KC & the Sunshine Band on a playlist of nighttime music for my children. I have no defense other than that that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it.)

She drives me crazy!

A few days earlier she was playing and singing to herself. I listened for a moment, then did a double-take, because I wasn't sure if I heard her right. I listened again. She was singing, "Ickety doo dah, ickety-ay. My, oh my, what a wonderful day!"

I stopped her and said, "I think that's supposed to be 'Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah.'"

She considered what I said for a moment, then dismissed it. "Nah. It's 'ickety.'" Then she went on her way, happily continuing to sing "Ickety-doo-dah."

Who am I to argue? When she's around, my, oh my, what a wonderful day!

5 Questions You Should NEVER Ask

A few years ago I was exchanging pleasantries with a casual acquaintance/co-worker, when out of the blue she says, "So, are you having any more kids yet?"

My immediate reaction was, "That's none of your dadgum business!" But, instead I gave her about as vague of an answer as I could, "Well, I don't know."

Undaunted, she pressed the issue. "How old are your kids now?" When I answered she said, "Well, you definitely need to get some more! You don't want there to be too big of a gap! You're not getting any younger! You gotta get going on that!"

I hem-hawed another general response, "Well, you never know," then looked for any excuse I could find to remove myself from the conversation, something along the lines of, "Sorry, I've got to go check and see if my shoelaces are the same length. I'll talk to you later."

This incident got me thinking about some of the questions that you just shouldn't ask people. So, I thought I'd gather up some of those questions and show why they should remain unasked.

Question: When are you going to have kids? (Or, if you already have kids, change that to: When are you going to have more kids?)
Almost every newly married couple, almost every engaged couple, and even many couples who have been on more than two dates have been asked this question. The answer, of course, is: "None of your dadgum business!" (If you want to replace "dadgum" with something a little stronger, please feel free to do so.)

When or if couples decide to have children is a private decision. So is how many children they have. There may be personal, economical, physical, or other factors that effect those decisions that you might not be aware of.

For example, some friends of mine moved to a different state and were promptly excoriated by their new church leader for being "selfish" and "putting their careers above family" because they had been married for over five years and didn't have any kids yet. Aside from this being absolutely none of his "dadgum" business, this idiot knew nothing about the miscarriage or the visits to the fertility clinic. (This guy was a special kind of stupid.)

And while we're here, how many children a family has is a personal, private matter, too. You may think you are being funny or helpful, but no one wants to hear "Are you trying to repopulate the earth by yourself?" or "Are you trying for your own baseball team?" or "helpful" tips about birth control. Again: none of your business!

Exception (When this question might be asked.): Immediate family and close friends might ask this question in a quiet, private setting, but even then it is iffy. It's probably best not to ask unless they bring the subject up.

Pregnant? Don't ask.

Question: Are you pregnant?
It's pretty simple: you should never ask this question unless you are 100% sure the answer is "Yes." And, if you are 100% sure the answer is "Yes," there is no need to ask the question, is there?

Just because someone has put on a few pounds or is a little rounder in the belly, it doesn't necessarily mean that they are pregnant. They might have eaten three pieces of pie too many, or have clothes that fit oddly.

Generally speaking, if a woman wants you to know if she is pregnant, she will let you know. Leave it at that.

Exception: If your wife just went into the restroom with a pregnancy test.


Question: Are we there yet?
This one is very easy. If you are traveling somewhere in some sort of vehicle, be it car, airplane, bus, boat, train or whatever, and the vehicle is still in motion, chances are you are not there yet.

Exception: If you wake up in a vehicle that is no longer in motion.


Question: Does this make me look fat?
If you ask this question, I have a few questions for you. Do you really want to know the truth? Are you sure you want to put the person to whom you are asking this question in a position where they might have to decide whether to hurt your feelings or tell you a lie?

Or, more simply, have you heard of a mirror? And, do you know how to use one?

Exception: If you are trying to dress up as Santa Claus.


Question: Don't you know who I am?
Oh, so you are famous. Or you are important. Or you think you are famous and/or important.

Well, guess what? If you find yourself in a situation where you are indignantly asking "Don't you know who I am?" chances are you are not as famous and/or important as you think you are. (This question is often posed by celebrities or sports stars when they get pulled over for drunk driving.)

And, by the way, even if I do know who you are it doesn't mean you are entitled to special treatment or anything. You might just have to slum it with the rest of us schlubs.

Exception: If you are talking to someone who has amnesia.

Sometimes it's best to just keep your questions to yourself.




Edited from a post originally published on 10/18/2013

Looking Into the Crystal Ball for 2018

Welcome to 2018!!! It's an exciting new year, and a lot of fun and exciting things are going to happen! I've looked into my crystal ball and seen into the future. (Okay, so I don't really have a crystal ball. I used one of the little plastic balls from the ball pit my kids got for Christmas. It should work about the same, shouldn't it?)

I can see the future!

Here's a few of the things I see happening:

January: A severe winter storm dumps over two feet of snow on Washington D.C., forcing the government to come to a standstill. Nobody notices. Meanwhile, President Trump sends a tweet from his resort in Florida that many people find offensive.

February: The Minnesota Vikings become the first team in NFL history to play in the Super Bowl on their home field. They lose to the New England Patriots when an apparent Adam Thielen touchdown catch is overturned on review after officials rule he didn't maintain possession of the ball for at least 45 seconds after entering the end zone. In other news, President Trump sends out a tweet that some people find offensive.

March: Taco Bell introduces a new product called the "Crunchilada." It's a crunchy enchilada, featuring meat, beans, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes in a crunchy tortilla shell. (Kind of like a taco, except slightly different.) Elsewhere, President Trump sends out a tweet so outrageous that some people are sure it will be the one ends his presidency. It doesn't.

April: Microsoft, working in conjunction with noted hypnotist The Amazing Kreskin, sends out a software update that, when people stare long enough at the twirling circles, hypnotizes them into deleting Google Chrome and Firefox from their devices. Meanwhile, President Trump sends out a tweet that offends absolutely nobody, a fact that confuses many pundits.

Don't look directly at the twirly circle!

May: The movie Avengers: Infinity War opens at theaters in a few select cities. The movie features more superheroes than you can shake a stick at. (Depending upon how skilled and quick you are at shaking sticks.) When President Trump's Twitter account is quiet for 37 consecutive hours, there is rampant speculation that the President is dead. (He isn't, he was just binge-watching the first eight seasons of NCIS.)

June: After losing in the NBA Finals to the Golden State Warriors for the third time in four years, LeBron James surprises many by signing a contract to join the Warriors. The Warriors then also sign Chris Paul, Paul George, DeMarcus Cousins, and the entire freshman class of the University of Kentucky.

July: Ohio governor John Kasich announces he will sue any national media outlet that refers to Ohio as a "red state" or a "blue state." He declares, "Ohio is a purple state." Back in Washington, President Trump sends out 17 tweets in one hour; pundits take offense at only four of them. Some worry the President is getting soft.

August: Republicans and Democrats gridlock over which type of font should be used on all government publications, Helvetica or Times New Roman. No compromise can be reached until the print house takes it upon itself to alternate fonts with every other word.

September: Taco Bell introduces a new product called the "Tacorrito." It's a combination of a taco and a burrito, featuring meat, beans, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes rolled into a soft tortilla and placed inside a crunchy tortilla shell.

October: The Los Angeles Dodgers defeat the Houston Astros in a rematch of last year's World Series. Political pundits hail it as a great victory for the blue states over the red states. Meanwhile, when President Trump wishes his daughter a Happy Birthday in a tweet, pundits assail him for using Twitter for non-political messages.

November: In a shocking development, every single incumbent, both Republican and Democrat, is voted out of office by a fed up populace! Unfortunately, the newly elected officials are split between the two new Independent parties, the Common Sense party and the We Need Change party. Political gridlock continues.

December: McDonald's offers a new item, the McEggnog McMuffin, which is basically an Egg McMuffin drenched in eggnog. While many people enjoy the taste, they find it too messy to eat in their car. In his final presidential message of the year, President Trump tweets something that many find offensive, and many others don't.

It should be an interesting year.