Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

We had four of our grandchildren, and their parents, over for dinner tonight. It was the usual three-ring circus. Amelia, the five-year-old, was so tired she had to be carried in by her mom. She was on a crying jag that continued until we put her in the tub for a bath. She never ate anything. Bailey, the three-year-old, was grumpy because he had not had his full naptime. He, too, refused to eat anything until his mom spoon-fed him. Only the oldest and the youngest grandchildren ate with the rest of us. Then Bailey went and got in the tub with Amelia who had finally calmed down after her extended stay in the tub. Ah, the calming waters of the onsen. Finally, after everyone who ate had eaten, the dad arrived from work after fighting traffic etc. He ate alone while Pat and I took turns sitting at the table with him, in between various mini-crises that were erupting on all sides. It's about as usual for anytime we try to have a "sit-down" family dinner. I think the expression is "herding cats." Finally, they all departed and we brought down the tent until the next time the circus in in town.