The grapes are ripe and it is harvest time. There will be music, singing, dancing, good wine and food, come one, come all. Kids, I’m just reading the message that there’s going to be a vintage party at my uncle’s place in Moravia. We’ll take the train and stay there for three days. With a smile, he told the family the news. What? By train? Why train? We don’t want to go. His wife winked at him amusedly and said that’s an excellent idea and the children, along with her brother’s children, can stay with their grandparents in the village while the parents will be enjoying the festivities. Now that’s an even better program for a long weekend than we could have hoped for, the parents laughed and immediately started looking for their backpacks. It will be just like singlehood, the father joyfully said. The children will be helping on the farm, feeding the chickens and rabbits. Happy parents have happy children. Don’t they?