PenPenWrites

My dentist has two sons: One lives nearby; the other half way across the country in Michigan. Every Christmas, the sons and their families come to her house for the holidays. This year, when she was discussing the holidays with her Michigan son, he brought up the question of travel. He didn’t know what to do. He had a 3 year old and newborn. He didn’t want to fly the crowded skies with two little ones. He was planning to drive–he usually did–but the newborn hated the infant car seat–he cried and cried whenever he was in it. The son didn’t know how his family would get through the eight hour trip.

This is the dialogue that ensued [according to my dentist]. SHE: Son, don’t come.  HE: But I don’t want to disappoint you. SHE: We’ll come to you the day after Christmas . HE: Oh Mom, that would be so wonderful.

Truth be told, my dentist told me [what could I say with all that dental gear in my mouth?], she didn’t really want to make a big Christmas dinner for the family at her house. It’s a lot of work. She hinted as much to her son who lives nearby. This son has five children. "We see them all the time," she said. "I suggested we just stop by their house on Christmas day. But he was so disappointed. The kids look forward to Christmas at grandma’s house."

This time she did not say "dont’ come."