Later today, I'll be packing up the wife and child (they call it a duffel bag, I call it a baby transporter) and heading off to Wisconsin for a week with the kinfolk, who will be gathered from around the country. There'll be drinking, driving vintage automobiles, dancing (at my aunt and uncle's 60th wedding anniversary celebration), and dredging up fond memories of the past (not necessarily all at the same time). There will also be the challenge of trying to remember the names of all the childrens from the various family offshoots. Despite the fact that at least 60% of the girls seem to go be some variation of Katherine (Kathy, Cathy, Katie, Cady, etc.), I usually end blanking most of the time and going with the tried but true, "Hey...you."
"Mommy, who's that goofy man who never remembers my name?"
"Oh that's Cousin Chad. Just smile and be nice to him. You only have to see him once a year."
(Under her breathe)
"Thank God."
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