Christmas Eve

We had lunch at Gomma and Gompa's retirement place--in our own banquet room, so as not to aggrieve aging people who don't want someone else's 12 grandchildren running around. (There are 16 total but four arrived after Christmas.) Roughly speaking, there was a grownup table, a little kid table, and a big kid table. We sat at the big kid table with, let's say, the other grandkids who are old enough to use Facebook.

I am not sure what is happening here:



Zack and Auletta:



The little kids, unsupervised, were playing with knives.



Everybody loves Auletta!