Poor Janet! My daughter was here today with her eight-year-old and three-year-old; it was hell for a few hours. Sticky fingers all over my doors and windows. Ugh...I waved goodbye, acting like I didn't want them to go, but I know she knew better! I moved somewhere they could not come to live with me. At least not until they're 55, and I believe I will be tripping in heaven by then. Aren't I clever?