"Isa!" my mother calls. "They're here!" I say goodbye to Phineas and log off instant-messaging. Coming downstairs, I see my cousin, his wife, and their daughter, Mackenzie. "Hey, Isabella!" my cousin says. His wife smiles. "Nice to see you." Mackenzie bounces up and down, her hair flying. "Hi Isabella! Hi Isabella! Hi Isabella!" I give them all a hug and smile. "I haven't seen you in forever." "I know, right?" says my cousin's wife. "I was figuring you could bond with Mackenzie and take her to Jumpin' Jack Cheddar's for a while?" No, no, a thousand times no! the OCD me in my head screams. Going to Jumpin' Jack Cheddar's is amazingly fun if you're a kid, but amazingly annoying if you're a teen. And germaphobic mothers... forget it. I have this vague childhood memory of going to Jumpin