My apologies to “Cars” for my unclever take on one of its lines. Friday got off to an uneventful enough start – Joel slept until 7:30 and Paul slept until 8 – and had an uneventful enough end with a few fireworks in between. Paul told me he wishes he had a different dad (I think he’s done with me and this summer). I guess we had gone about a week without a fight over who flushes the toilet (Joel pooped, Paul peed, Paul flushed his pee and Joel’s poop before Joel could flush his poop – apparently this is a big deal). Joel wanted to play with the kids’ Lionel train. Paul wanted to suck his thumb and not get dressed. I think everyone was done with summer to some degree. Fifteen down, zero (or two) to go.