Conversations

Here is a typical dinner conversation.  The Mr. helped me re-construct the following:

B:  "Dad, how did you get that out?"

Me:  "Did you know Daddy has magical powers?"

B:  "No, he doesn't."

Me:  "Yes, he does.  You just haven't seen it the way I've seen it."

Me:  WINKING at the Mr.

Little Miss:  "I tooted."  

(Snickers and eye rolls.)
Me, to Little Miss:  "Please don't do that at the table.  Yucky."
The Mr., to me, whispering:  "Look ..."  Head turn toward Little Miss, who is finger "painting" with ranch dressing.
(Quiet giggles and head shaking shared by my Mr. and me.)

The Mr, to Little Miss:  "Don't paint with your ranch dressing, eat it."

Little Miss:  "I burped."

(Snickers and eye rolls)

B:  "May I please have croutons?"

Me:  Giving "THE LOOK"

B:  "Fine, I'll eat it with salad.  May I have salad with croutons?"

The Mr., to B:  "Leave some croutons for everyone else." 

Little Miss:  "May I please have some leaves?"

Me:  "Yes!!  Thanks for asking so nicely."

Little Miss:  "I burped again."

(Snickers and eye rolls)

Me, to Little Miss:  "You really don't have to let us know about stuff like that.  Just say excuse me."

B:  Obviously "making" a burp.

Me, to B:  "Don't do it."

B, "swallowing" his burp with a disappointed look on his face:  "Fine."

The Mr:  "Eat your dinner."

There was talk about the Bar and daily activities, but who wants to hear about that??  Ha, ha!

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Here is an excerpt from an article titled:  The Magic of the Family Dinner ... 

... There is something about a shared meal--not some holiday blowout, not once in a while but regularly, reliably--that anchors a family even on nights when the food is fast and the talk cheap and everyone has someplace else they'd rather be. And on those evenings when the mood is right and the family lingers, caught up in an idea or an argument explored in a shared safe place where no one is stupid or shy or ashamed, you get a glimpse of the power of this habit and why social scientists say such communion acts as a kind of vaccine, protecting kids from all manner of harm.

I don't know if  last night's dinner qualifies as a "vaccine," but there was talk of magic. 

I love my family!