I understand his logic and having been a bit of maverick and a bit of a debater in my own day, I'm actually quite a bit more suasible than I let on to him. But I now know the power of tradition and the importance of stability and the worth of training one's self to be other-oriented, so I make him stay at the table and (yes) mandate congeniality. (Which is, obviously, so ridiculous.) My friend Dave said on his facebook status within the last week -- no one ever gets to the end of their life and regrets having spent too much time with their family. I wanted to type back any number of snarky rebuttals, but the "Likes" and comments piled up like trophies at the Judgement Seat of Christ in the Last Days, so I decided to wait it out. Maybe when I get to the end of my life I won't think that I spent too much time with my kids during their adolescence, but right now? The jury is out.