My son was overjoyed. After school he jumped into the back seat, opened his book bag and pulled out an envelope and said, “Mommy, I am selling candy; do you want to buy some?”

I remembered the World’s finest chocolate bars – caramel, almond and crispy rice. He talked so fast, his words were running over each other. “I am going to knock on doors in our building, I am going to take it to church and sell candy to the Pastor. Mommy, can you take it to work and ask your co-workers to buy some?

“You are not selling any candy,” I said.

“Why?” Lil' Danny asked. [more]

I will never be accused of being the guy with the clean car – inside or out. I have my parents to blame for this. Well, mostly. We simply weren’t the family that had the spotless cars (though my parents did tend to keep their cars relatively clean inside). Obviously, with kids, keeping cars clean is so difficult that it could be an Olympic sport (with corporate sponsors and all). So, once K-Man came along, it was pretty much a given that any hope I ever had of keeping my car clean was long gone. [more]