Wednesday night, my daughter starts setting the table at our house. As a side note, she sets the table for holidays; it's a big deal for her, so much she does it a day early.
Anyway, while she's setting the table my wife tells her she doesn't need to set the table because we're going to a friend's house for Thanksgiving.
It just simply doesn't compute to my daughter; she starts asking questions in a heightened voice like, "well how can we talk about things we're thankful for?" and "will there be turkey" and "why can't we stay here" etc etc etc.
My wife, initially, ignores her statements by just saying she'll have a nice time and don't worry about it.
My daughter goes silent for a while...then...outbursts into tears. She runs to the kitchen and continues setting the table in tears. I watched her placing forks, napkins, etc with a face full of tears and I couldn't take it anymore.
I looked at my wife...no, I gave my wife the laser beam death stare of WTF are you doing, look.
She walked over, picked up my daughter. We did a group hug and said Thanksgiving will be at our house.
win/win