Last night we had family over to celebrate the passage from underage to legal status for this young man right here.

For some reason after dinner Miss Lyla was in an unusual state.  She was holding court with all the grown ups present.  She was playing teacher and everyone was her student.  We all were given the chance to select nicknames.  The Birthday Boy was called "Fancy Broadway." My brother-in-law selected "Dirty Diaper."  He refused to change. *bah dum bum*  She called us all babies.

After 30 minutes into this forced capitivity, it came time to bring it to a close.  So "I Do Not Care To Play" (dad) came in and sat down. He said, "You know this is only going to end one way.  She is going to melt down and run upstairs crying."

 I looked at Lyla and said, "OK.  One more game of Simon Says and we'll have to quit for tonight."

Her face crumbled.  She buried her head on my shoulder and started crying.  Sure enough, she almost ran upstairs but I stopped her and made her stay.

Nana said, "Oh, Lyla.  Come here and sit in my lap.  Tell me what's wrong."

"They wouldn't play right.  They were all talking over me and not cooperating."

"Oh, dear.  Well you just sit right here with me and let's see what we can do about this."

The room collectively shook heads and smirked.  Then the quote of the night came from my new son-in-law.

"Nana is an enabler."