My SIL Crossed The Line When She Kicked My Kids Out Of Her Party So I Got Revenge

“The boys picked the costumes out themselves,” I’d replied to Brenda that day, straightening my spine. “And they’re over the moon about it. And the kids’ happiness is what’s important, right?”

“Mmm,” she’d hummed, that familiar look of disappointment clouding her features. “Well, I suppose that’s… sweet.”

I clenched my teeth into a smile. “It is. You should’ve seen how excited Tommy was when he first suggested it.”

It was my eldest boy’s idea to dress as a Superman family. He’d burst into the kitchen after school, backpack still bouncing against his shoulders, eyes bright with excitement as he announced the idea.

Dan had walked in just then, grease still smudged on his cheek from working on a car. “That’s actually perfect, buddy. What do you think, Marcia?”

“Can we, Mom? Please?” Jake had chimed in, bouncing on his toes. “We could be the strongest family ever!”

I agreed instantly. The boys’ enthusiasm was infectious, and honestly, we needed some family joy after months of dodging not-so-subtle digs about everything from our “quaint” lifestyle to Dan’s chosen profession.

Just last week, Isla had commented at a family dinner how brave it was of me to shop at regular department stores instead of her preferred boutiques.

And you know what Dan’s father said when he opened his fourth location? “At least you’re consistent in your choices, son.”

So yeah, we were desperate for a little fun.

The night of Isla’s Halloween party, the boys were practically vibrating with excitement, their red capes fluttering in the fall breeze. Professionally carved pumpkins lined the driveway, each one probably costing more than our entire Halloween budget.