“I think that all of the talk of the disruption Jerry would cause if he came home is a tempest-in-a-teapot. We should welcome our son with open arms.”
Mother shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“Tempest-in-a-teapot?” Em asked.
“It’s just an expression, dear.”
The little girl contemplated her father a moment then left.
“Where’s she off to now?”
Ten minutes later Em returned with a Mason jar full of confetti and a festive noise maker sticking through a hole in the top.
“Not a tempest-in-a-teapot, I want a party in jar for my brother!”
Word count = 98 (cheating ;) )