Okay. There was no food fight, but I thought about it. Donna would never have forgiven me, and I would have been sent to the principal’s office. We still had a good time in the cafa-gyma-torium, which is a pseudonym for giant room that serves as a cafeteria, gym, and auditorium. It was great to just hang out with my kids. Even Donna took time out of teaching up stairs to swing by. Good times. Good times.