At our house, if we do something one time, the kids assume it's a tradition. Not only a tradition, but an indispensable tradition without which life is nothing but an empty fraud. This is frustrating when the insta-tradition is something like feasting on jumbo shrimp, which happened to be on sale on someone's birthday last year, but it certainly isn't on sale this year.
We didn't mind at all, though, when the kids just assumed we'd be going to Midnight Mass this year, just because we did last year. To them, it was a tradition, and we were happy to play along, even though we have tons of little kids and live in the great, frozen North:
It's the opposite of camping out all night...READ MORE