Dinner Time

I’m not one of those parents who protects family meal time to the end. Too many conflicting commitments. I wish we sat down together more often. But we just don’t. Life is busy. Hectic. Crazy. Anymore, I feel good if we eat together – all together- once a week.

Tonight was the first night in quite a while we have all set down to the table together. TV off. And it didn’t disappoint. The food was good. I made chicken ala king. Like they used to serve in elementary school. I made it a few weeks ago when we had some puff pastry to use. And it was a hit! Everyone likes it. Tonight we only had one sheet of puff pastry. Not enough for 4 hungry men let alone Mom getting anything. Rather than running to the store again, hubby asked around who wanted puff pastry and who was ok with biscuits. Two for puff pastry and three for biscuits.

Fast forward 30 minutes.

Dinner is ready, the TV is off and we are all gathered around the table.

Let me just preface this with, these people make me laugh. Like really hard. The kind where you almost spit out your food. {Ok, who am I kidding, someone usually does spit out their food! It’s like who spilled the beans; you take each bite carefully trying to time it so you won’t be the one with a mouth full of food when the inevitable comes. And it will.} When we get the three boys together at the table they feed off of each other. And it builds. We try to maintain a bit of decorum. But then it reaches the pinnacle and all hell breaks loose.

Tonight it revolved around the previously mentioned puff pastry and biscuits. I should have known it was a bad idea – even at 14, 16 and 18 things need to be the same, even. When Middle Son saw there were puff pastries he demanded at least one. He claimed he thought he was being asked if biscuits were an acceptable alternative. Not if he would be willing to forgo the tasty treat while others enjoyed the flakey layers. This led to lots of whining. In all different voices. Then some thinly veiled attempts to steal one. All to no avail. Lively bantering across the table, intermittent laughter.

Suddenly, Hubby and I find ourselves looking across the table at each other in bewilderment. In 1.2 seconds a pastry left Oldest Son’s plate flew across the table and entered Middle Son’s mouth via Youngest Son’s hand. By the time Oldest Son protested the loss of his beloved pastry, it was being digested. Middle and Youngest were fist bumping their spontaneous coup on Oldest. And Hubby and I were left wondering what just happened. The laughter that ensued nearly cost all of us our dinner.

So if you happen to join us for dinner, just be sure to choose your bites carefully and protect your food – licking it usually does the trick!



Filed under Family, Parenting

3 responses to “Dinner Time

  1. Sounds just like dinners at our house…. Love your descriptive powers and talent to tell a story so well! Thanks for taking us along for the ride…. It’s a blast!

  2. Letha Markwardt

    Building hilarious memories. Would love to have seen all that.

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