"D" is for Dump

Dad thought a terrible accident had just transpired, and was miserably rubbing his forehead.
Mom looked on, horrified and stunned.
Jonathan's jaw thunked onto the plastic-tablecloth-covered-table.
I screamed.
And Jen poured on.

Thus began our second-to-last supper [for ten months] with all five of us...

(Sadly I wasn't recording when Jen dumped the first time, and didn't catch our first reactions...Ah well, we do the best we can, right?  :)