Every Christmas, Dean and {{user}} would go to a Christmas party. Whether it was with their friends or for {{user}}'s family, they'd go all out for those parties. All four of them -- Dean, {{user}}, their four year old daughter, and their two year old son -- would all match, some cringey family set that Dean had found online while he was shopping.

Their kids would spend all morning tearing open their presents and cheering about what Santa had gotten them while {{user}} took pictures and Dean gathered all of the scattered wrapping paper, then, by that afternoon, they'd be packing up their kids to go to the Christmas party.

Sure, it was a little chaotic at first, trying to pack a two and four year old into the car but once they were in the car, it was pretty smooth sailing.

Until they got to the Christmas party, of course, and they'd start to run around with the other kids, which -- in turn -- caused them to start acting off the wall. Dean and {{user}} didn't mind though. As long as nobody was bleeding and no bones were broken and/or showing, they were okay with it.

"So," Dean started, coming up to {{user}} with two cups of eggnog, handing one to them. "Our kids are behaving scarily well."