On Saturday J woke at 4 am, excited to see his good friend Dylan after many months. I put on my jeans and we drove down to Seattle to pick him up after running a few errands. We were home by lunchtime, and after we settled in I called the kids to lunch. Dylan gave me a sorrowful look. "Are you sick?" he asked.

After exchanging puzzled looks, Mitch figured out what he was talking about.

"No, Dylan, Kate always wears pajamas when she's at home."