The Mrs. was making trophy-trinkets for a Super Hero Yoga fundraiser. Everyone wins gold.

Eyes up and you can spot things.

Kids, cameras and colleagues all over the Photo Cave today.

I walk through a gated lot en route to my (cheaper) undated lot. The gates use to open at 5 p.m. and students would line up to get in. They changed the timing this year, so the kids took things into their own hands, I guess.

She popped open the door of the truck and started looking.

Sometimes, you throw the family in the wagon and you go for ice cream. No reason needed.

Nope, nothing at all.