My mother loved Christmas, and she liked her decorations to be set out perfectly. This particular set of angels correctly spelled out N-O-E-L, at least when she unpacked them from their cardboard box with excelsior padding. But every time my brother and I walked through the living room, we'd rearrange them so they spelled L-E-O-N or E-L-N-O, giggling at how clever we were. As soon as our mother put them back in order, we'd rearrange them again, and this went on for the entire holiday season, year after year.
So now we have our own set, and Grandson #1 is looking forward to rearranging them. Naturally, Grammo will happily play along, just like my mother did.