Primo: My parents have let themselves be talked into having Thanksgiving at Stephanie's.
Me: What do you mean, "talked into?"
Primo: They're going to Stephanie's for Thanksgiving.
Me: They don’t want to spend Thanksgiving with their grandchildren? The grandchildren they were complaining about not seeing enough?
Primo: I guess not.
Me: They would rather prepare a Thanksgiving meal – even if it’s not fancy – by themselves?
Primo: I guess so.
Me: Except with your mom’s wrist and your dad’s shoulder, they really can’t do much. So it would just be pizza or something like that.
Me: They think they are doing Stephanie a favor by going to her house for Thanksgiving?
Primo: Apparently. They think they are doing the kids a favor.
Me: Because the kids really want to be with them? Do they not remember what Jack told them when he was drugged?
Primo: Oh yeah. Maybe they could take them to another lecture on global warming.
Me: That’s what would make Thanksgiving great for me.