Traditions. It's funny how they just get started.
My son, Andy and daughter-in-law, Debbie, and daughters, Kaitlyn and Lauren, came yesterday to help dye Easter eggs and generally catch up with each other. Usually, the trip takes about two hours for them to get here. They also bring their dog, Lizzie, and before Lizzie it was Ashley.
IT IS TRADITION that when they get here, the three Ohio monsters, meet the Michigan canine as she comes in the door. All h _ll breaks loose, as the Ohio contingent loves any other dog. There is such excitement that the Michigan dog always creates a yellow puddle several feet inside the front door. (We are a relaxed household. The hardwood floors make it easy to clean.)
You'd think we'd be smart enough to go to the door, paper towels in hand. But oh no, we're always taken aback. Where did that puddle come from?
What wacky traditions have made their way into your home?