No belt? No problem.

Finding a toddler-sized belt has proven nearly impossible. Seems the only ones to be had are in Texas, where Jim found one while stuck in the Dallas airport complex in April. And since same-sized bottoms of different brands vary wildly, poor Dan is in need of a belt for much of the time. Mostly, we just roll down the waistband since not all shorts have belt loops that fit the Texas-sized toddler belt.

Today, Jim was in the kitchen twirling plastic wrap into an inch wide, about two-foot long strip. Curiosity got the better of me.

"What's that for?" I ask.

"It's a belt."

"For who?"

"Danny."

"Um, that's a little redneck."

"No way ... it's a gourmet belt."

"A gourmet belt?"

Apparently, this is what chefs do when the drawstring on their pants breaks.(Here Dan was experimenting with drinking from an adult cup.)