When my daughter-in-law, Kayla, demanded an “elegant” Thanksgiving menu because my traditional dishes were “too cheap,” I smiled and agreed. But I had a plan to teach her a lesson without saying a word.
Kayla has always rubbed me the wrong way, making condescending remarks and bossing me around. After years of trying to please her for my son Arnold’s sake, I had finally had enough.
A week before Thanksgiving, Kayla sent me an elaborate menu filled with expensive ingredients and a note saying my usual dishes were “basic.” I agreed to her suggestions, but I had a different idea in mind.
On Thanksgiving Day, I served a meal loaded with pecans—stuffing, sweet potato casserole, green beans, even the mashed potatoes. Kayla hated nuts, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid them. She ate turkey and plain potatoes, forced a smile, and avoided dessert altogether.
When Arnold asked about her complaints, I explained that I was just following her menu. He seemed to realize what had happened, and promised to talk to Kayla. By the end of the night, Kayla was silent, and I knew she’d learned her lesson.
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