Bummer

Merry got strepthroat, and since my dad (with his two artificial knees) can't risk bacterial infection, my parents can't be here for Christmas now.

Bummer.

Especially for the kids -- who now have to eat their dad's cooking for Christmas dinner, and (in the Christmas spirit) gamely pretend to like it.

Let's just say Dad won't be trying turkey. How does spaghetti sound for a Christmas dinner?