Heaven donated a child to us who, after he's had dinner and a bath and flipped through a few picture books, will put his hand on his cheek (the sign for "bed"), say "bye-bye," and walk into his dark room and stand next to his crib until I lift him in. Tonight he performed this little routine at 6:55 p.m. If you are a parent, you're probably wondering what kind of drugs we give him to make him do this. (Love is the drug, baby.) The only reason Robitussin is involved is that he has a terrible cough. Tomorrow is a three-hour car ride to Palm Springs where we're all spending Thanksgiving Week with Grandma. More Robitussin no doubt will be administered during this undertaking, as will Pepperidge Farm Goldfish, Veggie Booty, Tootsie Pops, and an old Salt N Pepa CD. So vaya con dios, à bientôt mes amis, later when your straighter, mmmmwwaah (big kiss).