Dinner

Last night we had the missionaries over for dinner. All went well until Jade put a combination of soap and face lotion in her hair about 15 minutes before they were to arrive. I should have taken that as a sign that the evening was doomed. In the middle of dinner, Michael was handing me the pitcher of water when it slipped and hit Lyssa's plate, which then shattered into hundreds of pieces. Oh my. And what did I do? I laughed, folded the table cloth up around all the shards, and on went dinner. What else could I do? What a mess we had to clean up! I dare say the Elders will not soon forget dinner at our house!