It was International Night at the Daughter’s school last night. There was all kinds of talent from different nations, i.e. dancing, singing, etc. I was not in attendance, but she reported back saying she completely took over the food section. This is because she likes to know who made the dish, how, and are there not-good-for you ingredients in it. She had fun hanging out with the other moms behind the serving counter. I am not complaining; she brought back leftovers that can last us at least a week.