Der Brucer and I were particularly thrilled with some of the family members at the party. None had any interest in introducing themselves to us. Neither did his daughter or son-in-law make the effort. There was an enclave of six that sat at one table, as far away from everything as they could get, who couldn't even lift a finger to help with watching the kids at the party, or with anything else. Nice.
On the other hand, the day care giver who recently gave birth to yet another child of her own, and her layabout husband, were there with their entire brood. Well, there was food involved, and they need help feeding that many kids (at last count, six). Apparently, the eldest boy is not the husband's child, but the mother's by a first marriage. His father was killed in an accident of some sort, and he receives a nice sum per month as compensation. Well, his mother and step-father get the money. They spend it all on whatever they want, from gold chains for him to tanning salons for her. None of it has been saved for the son, for when he becomes of age. And of course, at the age of eightteen the money stops coming in.
The kids were all...well, kids are kids. They argue, they push, they play and have fun and are completely unfeeling and totally feeling for each other.
A time was had by all.