For our last official act of spring break, we had an eight-year-old friend come spend the night. This was actually my birthday gift to the mom. The three kids get along ok, but I often have to intervene and make sure everyone is playing together nicely. So, I thought I was going to have to earn my mitzvah.

Nope, from the moment M. walked in the door all was good, all was amazing. The kids took the house Rose built and turned it into a submarine, complete with computer and periscope. After that voyage (which they cleaned up), we all had baked potatoes for dinner, which we've never had before, and no one complained about. Then I don't know what they played because I was upstairs writing poetry for the first time all week. I did hear them playing a really cool drama game where they pretended to be drunk penguins driving a car. Now, they are all camped out in a tent downstairs and perhaps they'll go to sleep eventually. All I can say is for the last three hours there has been no whining, bickering, complaining, or crying, and I feel great.