There’s nothing like an old-fashioned family meal to stimulate interesting conversation. At least that’s what you hear. I thought so too, until last night. We don’t sit down together often enough, and since everyone is finally home from all their travels, I thought last night would be a great opportunity for a nice dinner together. The conversation went as follows:
Oliver: Mom, could I please have more of that yummy steak juice for my rice?
Anna: Oliver, do you mean more BLOOD?
Oliver: What are you talking about?
Anna: You know that the “juice” is really BLOOD from a COW.
Oliver: MOM!
Me: ANNA!
Anna: Yes mom? Oh, and Adam, that steak was a cow not too long ago.
Adam, placing a strip of steak on top of his arm: Oh, you mean like this?
Oliver: I am going to be sick.
Elizabeth: That’s why I’m a vegetarian.
The meal went pretty much downhill from there. Including complaints about chores, dish-doing, the uselessness of summer homework, and various arguments for single child families.
This is why I send my children to sleep-away camp each summer. But then again, where would I get my material?
Your children are precious! Glad to see you’ve resurfaced ms. marble jar…I’ve missed you!
Amy, I need to read some of your work. Please write soon.!
Beth