Monday, April 12, 2004
The holiday meal is over and all has gone well. Everyone seemed to get enough to eat and have an enjoyable time. No dishes were broken (although I don't have them back in the cupboard yet, so the field is not entirely secured). We sat the four youngest boys in the kitchen, as the dining room only seats eight at maximum capacity. Midway through the meal, we were surprised to see them all simultaneously leap up and run out the back door (as we discovered later, to change their shirts in the van). Not knowing why but not lacking quick reflexes, we got up and locked all the doors. Then DOB's uncle and I took the kitchen table and rotated it 90 degrees.