Erin’s working overnight. Brought kids to Fuddrucker’s. Our dinner had just arrived when my youngest son expressed an urgent need for the bathroom. Once there, he demanded to be completely disrobed (?!) before he would sit on the toilet. Playground sand from his shoes fell into mine. Ten agonizing minutes later, we returned to the booth to find the other three kids having a half dance party, half food fight. My mediocre veggie burger is now a cold mediocre veggie burger. Seventeen hours until Vegas . . . seventeen hours until Vegas . . .