MR. King Loved Fondu

I do not know if that is true or not, but every year Katy and I gather our growing family with the growing families of Nick and Jen Frohnauer and Jessie and Dan Gerhardt and celebrate MLK's birthday with a 3 course fondu supper.
This year we conspired to wear our children out by depriving them of nap-time and taking them to a pretty stinking cool gymnastics studio where Little Jack and Maddy ran and jumped and fell all over themseleves and Little Nyssa picked her way between entertainments. She is to athletics as G-dub is to presidents.
I thought we were risking multiple meltdowns, with screams and tears and a ruined dinner. But instead we gave them a bath:

And sent them off to bed.
In the glow of three children sleeping us parents gorged ourselves on meat and shrimp and tomato's and bread and broccoli and about seven other spectacular cheeseholding items.
But then one little boy woke up...and although he did not join or ruin the desert phase of the dinner...he did later on throw a fit for the ages.
Still, two out of three children sleeping through the night. was better than we deserved.