When exactly did I sign up for this?

My mom, Luz, the 95 year old, is coming to spend the weekend with us. She doesn't live far and my sisters and I take turns hosting her a few times a month. So this weekend it's our turn.

My mom is pretty amazing, but to be honest, she can be a real pain sometimes as only a nonagenarian can be. She insists on having things her way and for the most part she goes with the flow (or I just back down and give her what she wants, but that's not important right now).

And while I'm the one who cooks and feeds her and entertains her and helps her bathe and run her errands and all that, there is another unsung hero who puts up with his stubborn, opinionated Cuban mother-in-law.

And he does it with such grace....

This argument was happening after midnight (!) on Friday night in Las Vegas just outside the Paris Hotel where we had had a wonderful meal at John & Jennifer's wedding reception. Eric was feeling tired. Luza was feeling lucky!

She wanted to stay and play some more. He was explaining the situation..He quickly took charge of the moment as my mom muttered something that in Spanish translated to "buzz-kill"....