Tonight I had dinner with the "outlaws," or maybe it was the "inlaws;" I forgot what they called themselves. Bottom line - they talked and talked and talked. When they ignored me, I ran into the other rooms, opened doors that were off-limits and found ways to remind them that I'm cuter than some dumb discussion over health care. If I had wanted to hear all of that, I would have read the front section of the newspaper instead of the comics. Thank goodness, mommy called and told them to send me to bed. But after that, Daddy came in and rescued me from my nightly chore of turning the light off and on. I got to bounce back out for hugs, kissed and story time. Daddy said that was the best part of his day. Whew! Keeping "big people" on their toes is exhausting!