One of the first things Kirk said to Rip this morning was “So, how was the potluck?”  Rip said, rather weakly “OK.”  Then he continued with:  “Well, I really don’t remember it.”  And he kind of looked to me for some help.  I broke the news to him that he feel asleep on the way there so we actually didn’t make it to the potluck.  He was amazingly OK with it.  Once again, I need to have more faith in my kids being able to handle things.