Ah yes. Another dinner with the in-laws. In Chilmark.
Our stoned waiter with waist-length dreadlocks kept tripping over chairs, Grantine (she will NOT be called Grandma!) lit her napkin on fire, put out by GW (he will NOT be called Grandpa!), burning a hole right through the center.
Annabelle got angry and threw her bread at me. Henry, who is always studying Annabelle for social cues (Monkey See-Monkey Do), promptly threw his wooden toy at me.
With the perfect aim of a one-year-old Babe Ruth in training, it landed right in my coconut red bean soup, splashing warm liquid all over me. Thank goodness I was wearing red! I couldn’t stop laughing, the food was delicious (Anguillan food!) and overall, it was a fantastic dinner. Maybe a bit too eventful, but fantastic all the same.
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