And heres the kicker: the rest of the family is doing theexactsame thing.
Uncle Sal is probably telling his son, Dont you dare ask Cousin Maria about her divorce.
But when everyone finally shows up to dinner, they act like its one big, happy family reunion.
Smiles all around, hugs that last a second too long, and the constant how are yous?
that are really just disguised attempts to see whos got the upper hand this year.
Aunt Teresa whispering, Did you see Ginas lasagna?
And yet, despite all the drama, we show upevery single week.
Because skipping a Sunday dinner would start a nuclear war.
And besides, its tradition!
So yes, we prepare.
We walk on eggshells.
But at the end of the day, its not really about liking each otherits about keeping up appearances.
