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When asked what they want for dinner on any every given day, my children have two standard answers: Evan- quesadillas. Andrew- pizza. If they were in charge of the menu planning that is all we’d ever have, with perhaps a cheeseburger every now and again. I’ve stopped asking. But it also drives me completely bananas when they ask …

Christmas is over and this house is full of fever. Cabin fever. The kids are still home from school, and though they have a host of new toys, games, and water guns (thanks, Aunt Lindsey), they really seem to most enjoy harassing each other. And me. Yesterday when Andrew’s belligerent little butt got sent to …