God made us sisters, Prozac makes us friends

I was real happy with the progress our dysfunctional family had made towards sitting at a table and having a pleasant Sunday dinner and converstation. That is until last night. My wife got into quite a snit with her sister. The subject of the arguement is not important. Arguements like this are never about anything important. It quickly got out of hand and could not be reigned in. My son later described it as a brawl. I was embarrased by my wife's behavior. The only thing worthwhile that occurred that evening was on the way home. My son started to counsel his mother on forgiveness, pig headness, and controlling her temper. He was calm and earnest and she reluctantly discussed her feelings about her sister with him. He navigated the minefield of his mother's emotions quite nicely. I am proud of him.