Family barbie at a local park with all of Grumpy’s extended family. Including those in-laws of mine that have arrived.
One of those occasions where you encounter certain relatives, whose names you’ve forgotten (and faces at times) becauase you only see them once a year. And where they expect your kids to remember them (my kids don’t remember what they did five minutes ago, or where they left their shoes) and run up and give them a hug.
My kids are now of “that” age, where they refuse kisses and cuddles and say “who’re you!?”
Tactful, really. I just don’t understand why some people take offence.