Sometimes The Drama Doesn't Come To The Party

I expected we would sit down and discuss the Grandma situation while 30 children scrambled around looking for eggs. I expected at least one child would get a finger smashed in a door. I expected tears and arguments. After all, isn't that what family gatherings are for?

My expectations were not lived up to. Instead, a few people looked at the new truck; grandma stayed home; and I shared comfrey with anybody I could pin down. It was actually fun.