Dinner Time
My kids are so much fun. I wonder, is silliness a gene? Have they inherited this from me? Because I am quite silly my own self, real goofy.
They feed off of each other and like to egg each other on. They laugh off of anything and blow the simplest joke out of proportion. It cracks me up.
We have this family rule about dinner time, Brian and I feel that dinner time is family time. When I was growing up my folks liked for my sisters and brothers and myself to all participate in the conversation. I treasure those memories and I know this is what helped me to conquer my shyness as a child. It's something I want my kids to have. Don't get me wrong, they all talk, plenty, during dinner, but it seems like we have a hard time talking about serious things. I know, they are just kids, but I want them to have a sense of the greater world, an understanding of politics and world issues.
We were talking about the presidential campaign (me and the kids, Brian was out) very briefly the other night, till Todd yells, boring! and Scott launched into his Bush impersonation, whereupon Todd flung himself on the floor and rolled about. Then Iyende had to get in on it, she tells Todd to get up and before he has a chance to respond she flings herself on the floor and rolls about too. Scott is still going strong as president Bush mind you, at the top of his lungs. I tell him to tone it down and tell Iyende and Todd to get up. Iyende says, I'm getting Todd! Todd just starts laughing.
I just had to laugh. I tried very hard not to, because I realize laughing just encourages this sort of behaviour. I told Scott that I admired his impersonation, because it is quite clever, just don't do it at the table. I ask Todd for the hundredth time why he has to fling himself on the floor during meals, and to cut it out. I told Iyende that as the oldest she needs to set an example because her brothers will often follow her lead.
They listened to me and nodded their heads, then they all got this strange look on their faces. Moments later, I realized why. Someone had farted during my little speech, and within moments they were full into blaming each other and playing The Fart Touch game, and there was floor-flinging all around.
They feed off of each other and like to egg each other on. They laugh off of anything and blow the simplest joke out of proportion. It cracks me up.
We have this family rule about dinner time, Brian and I feel that dinner time is family time. When I was growing up my folks liked for my sisters and brothers and myself to all participate in the conversation. I treasure those memories and I know this is what helped me to conquer my shyness as a child. It's something I want my kids to have. Don't get me wrong, they all talk, plenty, during dinner, but it seems like we have a hard time talking about serious things. I know, they are just kids, but I want them to have a sense of the greater world, an understanding of politics and world issues.
We were talking about the presidential campaign (me and the kids, Brian was out) very briefly the other night, till Todd yells, boring! and Scott launched into his Bush impersonation, whereupon Todd flung himself on the floor and rolled about. Then Iyende had to get in on it, she tells Todd to get up and before he has a chance to respond she flings herself on the floor and rolls about too. Scott is still going strong as president Bush mind you, at the top of his lungs. I tell him to tone it down and tell Iyende and Todd to get up. Iyende says, I'm getting Todd! Todd just starts laughing.
I just had to laugh. I tried very hard not to, because I realize laughing just encourages this sort of behaviour. I told Scott that I admired his impersonation, because it is quite clever, just don't do it at the table. I ask Todd for the hundredth time why he has to fling himself on the floor during meals, and to cut it out. I told Iyende that as the oldest she needs to set an example because her brothers will often follow her lead.
They listened to me and nodded their heads, then they all got this strange look on their faces. Moments later, I realized why. Someone had farted during my little speech, and within moments they were full into blaming each other and playing The Fart Touch game, and there was floor-flinging all around.
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