Hmmm... call me an oblivious Dad, but I don't remember too much drama. Seems my wife had let each daughter know what to expect and had them prepared. However, when the womenfolk were all in sync, my role was to get the cabinet resupplied when supplies ran low. Our male cat observed all of this in his calm, unperturbed manner, but then he also had the sense to know when it was time to go into his special place in the basement, because, well because the cat can handle only so much static electricity.