The planned part of the day: The kids were to come over for a visit, Kyla would fix foodstuffs, and we’d play some games to pass the time. This would have gone well but for a big blow-out altercation involving one particular kidlet’s combination of finicky eating habits and lack of consideration. And I mean “big blow-out,” involving anger and tears and yelling and banging things around.

Argh!

The unplanned part of the day: There was a vague agreement that Kyla and I would meet up with Mari and Doug in the evening, possibly for going out to eat. Not only did we go out to eat (at the sushi-go-round place) but we also spent a fun late-evening playing games and generally being silly geeky people.

Whee!

So apparently the lesson here is, don’t plan things…