Steffi's ankle is not too disfigured, as I thought. I give the two younger children a bath. Andrew, my dh, walks in. Everyone literally attacks him with hugs as he rolls to the floor with them. He gets them ice cream and has them brush their teeth, while he hears from everyone about all we did today.
Lance picks out a book for dad to read.
I cannot read email since Steffi is managing to talk on the phone while she carries on three AOL IM conversations with friends on the computer, which is fine with me. Later, I tell Andrew about the battle of the sexes as I fall asleep, laughing.