One of the twins came home last night. Raine is just too happy to divert all attention to his Tito bragging about cars, trucks and buses (and their various states of collisions and explosions imaginable); demonstrating the latest dance steps (mostly butt-shaking and break dancing a la-Raine) he’s learned in the last couple of months; and of course showing-off his new crayon set, the colors of which he can identify correctly 80 percent of the time. While I am just elated I can work this Saturday in peace. I think Raine is too happy either that he got rid of his (most of the time) kill-joy mommy that I even got a flying kiss when I bid him goodbye at our doorstep this morning.