I believe in the whole family dinner thing. I believe in it so much I think I will capitalize it - The Family Dinner. I fight to get my husband home on time for dinner. I yell like a banshee at the kids to get to the goddamn table or else! It's my thing.
This is why. Sometimes we get good, otherwise highly classified information from each other in this setting. I don't know what it is about shoving our faces full of food, but the brain relaxes and the stories start flowing. I won't get into the burps and other bodily sounds that I could use less of, but I do love finding out that 5 year old was singing "I Kissed a Girl" on the playground, or that husband played a funny fart joke on a V.P. at work, or that 10 year old has a crush on a *gasp* B-O-Y.
I also keep a camera handy. Why you ask? Well, I've picked up many gems. Here is one that I love dearly:
And here is the most recent one that will probably have me stripped of my Mother of the Year status almost immediately, but the joy I will get out of posting this publicly will easily outweigh any joy I'd get from a stupid award:
Yes, that's my daughter. I love her so. And I will never, ever doubt the value of the good old fashioned Family Dinner routine.
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