“What are you miscreants up to?” my father-in-law Bill grumbles. “Whatever it is, I’m not cleaning it up. I’m on vacation.”
Corrina, my mother-in-law, swats him. “You’ll help me clean up after the kids, and you’ll like it.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. I might even let you do that thing…”
Cecily yelps. “Mom! Oh my god, there are about a dozen underage children present!”
Corrina waves dismissively and turns to Bill. “Next year, we do Christmas alone and leave these fuddy-duddies to their own devices.”
Bill, who was almost asleep and is now wide awake and getting rather handsy with his wife, grunts in agreement.
Cecily snuggles into me while we watch the kids do whatever it is they’re doing over by the ovens.
“I wonder if any of them will follow in our footsteps,” she says.
With a grandmother, mothers, and aunts like the Williams women, I’m sure all of them will grow up to be extraordinary, whatever they choose to do.
And I can hardly wait to watch it all unfold.
THE END