When we arrived at Grandma and Grandpa's this weekend, the grandparents were rushing to get ready for a progressive dinner party.
I admit it: I had no idea what that meant. My wife enlightened me.
A progressive dinner party involves meeting at one house for appetizers, another for the main course, and then a final house for desert. It's like a neighborhood bar crawl.
Carrie's parents were the appetizer house. There were 14 guests inbound in less than two hours time when Carrie, Shane, and I arrived.
Grandma was thrilled to see Carrie. My wife immediately pitched in and soon Grandma and Grandpa's house was looking even more museum clean and fancy than it normally does! Shane and I played outside to limit damage from the McCruari blood side of things.
What I haven't mentioned yet, was my wife's cunning, super-secret, and oh-so-hilarious master plan.
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Carrie thought it would be hilarious to give Shane a bath while the party guests arrived. When everyone gathered, she planned to pat Shane dry and tell him to "Go find Grandma!"
Utterly nefarious!
Enough of Grandma and Grandpa's friends have grandchildren of their own, so it would have probably gone over well!
Sadly, it was not to be.
When the guests first started arriving at 5, Shane, Carrie and I went to the playground around the corner. When we came back for the 'bath' at 6, everyone had already moved on to the next house.
Next time, though....
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