Me: You know I do not want to spend Christmas with your mom and dad again this year. Last year was an outlier, not the beginning of a trend.
Primo: I don’t want to go there, either.
Me: Good. It’s decided.
Me: Oh come on! You told them we weren’t going there for Thanksgiving. They lived.
Primo: Yeah, but they were not happy about it.
Me: So what?