No, not the kind you might catch in Vegas or even on a rerun of an old variety show. In fact, my “plates” are not so much objects, but those elements of my life that get me out of bed in the morning faster than the promise of a hot cup of coffee. With five young boys, and a full-time job, I have plenty of plates to spin. My “act”, while not nearly glamorous enough for Vegas (and a little difficult to simulate on a stage), does seem to provoke the same sense of awe in just about anyone I meet who, on hearing that I have five boys, inevitably exclaim, “How do you do it?”