Traumatizing My Mother-In-Law

On a per­son­al note, my in-laws are vis­it­ing right now.

It’s pret­ty amazing–relatively few peo­ple want­ed to vis­it us when we lived in Spring­field, MO. Now that we’re in the Bay Area, it seems as though we have a new guest every week­end!

In any event, my in-laws are vis­it­ing. At one point we began dis­cussing Leonar­do Da Vin­ci’s Last Sup­per, and I men­tioned that there were no chairs at that meal–the par­tic­i­pants were all reclin­ing.

That lit­tle tid­bit of triv­ia trau­ma­tized my moth­er-in-law. I think she felt slight­ly betrayed. I always try to bear in mind that the lit­tle details I learned in sem­i­nary can real­ly dis­turb peo­ple if com­mu­ni­cat­ed improp­er­ly, but this one kind of caught me off-guard.

Sor­ry!