Swan-derangement, apparently. Who knew?
We could have fed twenty-three, but only by getting the extra silverware out of the camp supplies. I had Drama Queen’s new boyfriend (smarter than all previous iterations!) count up forks to make sure we had enough in the kitchen.
James took his dinner out to the patio table (it was warm out) because he didn’t want to sit at the preschool table in the little plastic chairs. Vlad managed, and he’s the same height; they’re both pushing six feet.
And next year we will be scattered all over the globe again as we have two of the youngers heading off for missions and three heading off to the military.