The best was when the dogs were barking, a baby was screaming, everyone was shouting, my aunt started crying, and my grandfather winks at me, takes another drumstick, and retreats into the living room. The worst was the time it was only me, my siblings, and my parents. As crazy as they are, I love my Mom’s big family. All you have to do is take a step back and watch the madness, and it’s better than television.