Last week, no one kvetched.

No one said it was too hot, or too far to walk. No one bellyached about taking a shower or brushing his teeth. No one protested bedtime or his lack of effective Bey Blades. No one engaged in fruitless arguments for play dates with unavailable friends, claimed the apples in the fridge were too cold to eat or whined about being bored.

For seven days, we didn't hear any complaints of any sort, due to my husband's brilliant No-Kvetching Challenge.