Nothing says winter break like puzzle time. It's so nice that the girl has finally reached the age where she actually enjoys the challenge of a sizable puzzle. It's so nice to sit around the table with her and Auntie, each of us looking for our own pieces but with the common goal of finishing together. When Auntie got here today and saw that the girl and I had already finished one of our puzzles she asked, "Who put the last piece in?" I had to laugh. This is left over from when we were kids. A puzzle moves along slow at molasses at the outset. 1000 pieces laid out in front of you seems like a ridiculous task, but as the puzzle comes together and your options become more defined the pace of the puzzle making picks up. By the end everyone is working together relatively quickly, tapping each piece into place and there is an unspoken determination to not only finish the puzzle but also to be the one to place the last piece. When Aunty was the girl's age, placing the last piece was the ultimate feather in her hat...and now that honor has passed on to the littles. As it should be.