So if you see me in Vegas, please don't ask me to cut up any food, change a diaper, pour you some milk, wipe your nose, or clean up the table. We have tickets to see Danny Gans, a comedic impressionist (I think) and the rest of the time will be people watching and eating out.
My friend Fabthemayor and her family have graciously volunteered to keep the kids. Is she crazy or what? I'll owe them for life. Can you imagine coming in and watching 4 kids under age 4 for 2 1/2 days when that's not your normal routine? I think she has everyone in our Sunday School class on alert.