Someone has made it onto the Jeff Gordon Foundation website.
Nothing else to report from the Griffith household, unless you count the daily reminders of little Tyler, a neighborhood boy in Natalie's class that carpools with us.
Tyler: You're going to die.
Daniel: Mommy, Tyler said I'm going to die!
Tyler: Everyone dies.
Daniel: Mommy, am I going to die?
Tyler: Not until you're really old. Like 28 or 29.
Crap. This might be the end, folks.