Christmas shopping has begun here at the Jackman household. True to form, Dada got something for D that just couldn't wait.

Dada assures me that it's impossible to go to the track and not encounter countless drunken 20-somethings trying to cram their skulls into these cheap helmets. D was an immediate fan, and the helmet has already gone with him to the grocery store and the drug store.

D can't quite get the hang of how the straps work, however. "Let's see, I know he stuck this end of it somewhere, now where was that . . . ."