Last night was Family Night, something we need to have a lot more of around here. We have lots of "family nights," but as a proper noun? Not enough. The problem with proper noun Family Night, especially when it isn't frequent enough, is that the kids get attitudes for all the fun they're missing out on with their friends, instead confined to spend a God-awful night with us. How horrible it must be. Last night was no exception to the attitudes. The boys rolled their eyes, mumbled under their breath and made every effort to let us know they didn't want to be home. At one point, Lainey even bumped her head and started screaming at which point Brett literally threw his hands in the air and yelled, "Do all my kids have to have attitudes tonight?!" (followed by smiles from the boys which I'm sure they did everything in their power to resist). But, we trudged on with Family Night. It would have been so easy to give in...forget it...they're not into it anyway. But, we didn't. And a good thing. Slowly, the attitudes disappeared. Brett had Brandyn help him grill the steaks, asked Austyn to start a fire, and by the time we put in Christmas Vacation, they were laughing, happy...home. We roasted marshmallows in the fire and made s'mores. We laughed hard when Chevy Chase shook Aunt Beverly's present and said, "She wrapped up her damn cat" and didn't even correct the boys when they repeated that quote verbatim all night. Lainey was even happy playing on the floor, thrilled to be surrounded by all of us for so long. It may have had a rocky start, but Family Night prevailed indeed.