Festival tomorrow...

Dear Nicky,

Yaya and Papou are so crazy about you they want to take us all to the Greek festival tommorow. I've been to these things before and think they're a boring waste of money, but they want to show you off with great eagerness. Mom wants to go, too, so I'm outvoted, unless I throw a hissy fit or something, but I don't want to spend that political capital right now, so I guess we'll be going. I think it's going to be pretty crowded in the car, what with Mom and me in the front, and Yaya, Papou, and you in the back. It's that car seat of yours, you see. It takes up quite a bit of room, but what can you do? That is the historic question I've soften wondered myself when dealing with my parents: what can you do? Hope you like bouzouki music.

Love,
Dad