West by Northwest.
Mom says it is paged through and well worn by the time the next one is evident.
Before they arrive I place the old pictures of their parents, my generation, and themselves as babes, on the coffee table. They look at the ones of me when I was little, then back at the picture, and then back at me. Then the questions start, and I must entrench their beliefs in my mortality. An important craft for each child, is to make a 'gift' which they will present to Mom and Dad upon their return home. Ah, the love and painstaking effort that goes into this project is awsome.