My wife is in Italy with a girlfriend going to a Tuscan cooking

school, a trip no right-thinking man can argue with. Meanwhile, I

have the boys, the dog, and the beginning of summer vacation all to

myself. And frankly, I don’t know how any single parent does it.

Between meals, baths, clothes, camp, swimsuits, it’s whatever takes up

more time than endless.

But at least my wife is strolling around Florence having pizza and gelato.