When your long-retired parents invite you (and family and sibs) on a Mediterranean cruise, do you
(a) jump at the opportunity,
(b) graciously accept (realizing, for instance, that this may be one of the last opportunities for us to reconnect with the full nuclear-plus family, or what’s left of it),
(c) bite your tongue (knowing, for instance, what a jet-lagged toddler will be like on one of those mega-crowd eating-and-gawking extravaganzas), then graciously accept, or
(d) politely decline?



