I am partially Scottish. Probably 1/64 or 1/128, or something like that. I have been doing some soul searching lately and have found my way back to my Scottish ancestors, clan colors and so on. I have been considering changing my name to Benjamin
McDavis, but have not made up my mind yet.

If you ask me, I think I look good in a kilt. The Scottish side of me just comes naturally.

I have tried to talk dad into wearing a kilt also, but so far, I have had no luck. He seems to prefer his TX Longhorns colors.

See, I could easily be standing in front of my castle, watching over my clans men like a great warrior king.

Oh, I know what is on your mind. So, just to bury all rumors: No, we are not naked under our kilts, we wear
Huggies Pull-ups!

Anyway, the kilt was a little itchy and I decided to abandon my Scottish roots for a little while. I guess I will stay Benjamin Davis for a while.
After dinner, it was time to open up presents. I have received many presents from the
Faroes.
Mostur gave me a
Spiderman house coat.
Omma gave me lots of outdoor clothes and candy, Abbi gave me a sweater and lots of candy and
Langomma had knitted some woolen under wear for our
Faroes trip and winter. Mom and dad gave me a soccer ball, Black and Decker drill and a Thomas the Train. Thank you for all the presents!!!
Oh, and see the bite mark under my eye. I was bitten at daycare and it is now turning red and blue. I really cannot complain though, since I was biting a few of the other kids a couple of weeks back.

Candy!!!!!!!
Mamma and I made some magic dough this evening. I poured the flour in the bowl and mom mixed it together with the water and salt. Tomorrow, we are going to make sculptures out of it. Will be very interesting.

Benjamin