Christmas with Magic Mommy and the family went pretty well. Magic Mommy outdid herself in the kitchen (everything was edible, including the prime rib roast beef), and a good time was had by mostly all.
Unfortunately, we have the older grandlad to deal with these days. He now firmly believes that only numero uno matters, which gives him the right to treat everyone else with total disdain. This has been a growing problem for some time, but the rude treatment he gives not just his brother, but both of his parents was downright shocking today. Sadly, we now live in an age where corporal punishment is not only frowned upon but pursued by the law, otherwise I doubt any of us would have refrained from popping him on the noggin or given him a good, solid spanking.
Or maybe locking him in a room with Elmore's producer "friend" would be an appropriate solution, right out of the pages of Sartre.
Fortunately, der B and I are home again now. Four of the five prime rib bones made their way home with us, and are very popular with our four furry friends.