How do you spell happy?

F-O-A-M F-I-N-G-E-R!

Yes, I said foam finger. Jackson has been tracking the need for a foam finger for nearly a year now; in fact, his obsession started on a starry night in the dead of winter nearly 12 months ago. Jackson attended a Gopher hockey game when he noticed the magical, air invititing, view-blocking fingers waving in the student section of Mariucci. We're guessing the arena noise fell away because he spent the entire game gazing at the foam fingers and pining away for one. Fast forward another year (we're not sure how we got by without one, but we did). Jackson's mission this year in attending major sporting events (Wild, Gopher Hockey or otherwise) has been *ALL ABOUT THE FOAM FINGER.* So, last night the fireworks were lit. Matt and I snuck away to the Gopher vs. UMD hockey game and picked up a foam finger on the way home. When we brought it in for him, he was tucked into bed but half awake when he finally laid eyes on his very own foam finger. Needless to say, he's been with it all day. Did you know you could sleep with a foam finger? How about eat breakfast or play Nintendo DS? Well, we have proof. All you need is a buddy in the form of a giant's sized finger! :-) Who'd have known happiness might arrive in such a strange shape?