After being "stuck in Paris" for 6 hours today, my parents are back home....to the stained basement carpet and dented table. And no one is screaming or throwing a tantrum................no drama/climax/good story to end this chapter.
My mom called me to tell me they were home, exhausted, had a great time, and that the table was the only issue at the house (I played dumb regarding my previous knowledge). Apparently, my brother told my mom when she got home about the table and they are having the table refinished.
Wow---he took responsibility AND maybe, just maybe, he is growing up.