Because we go along the crazy psychiatrists and psychologist theory that it’s a good time to connect. And connect we do my friends!
Most nights it goes something like this.
Ewe! Ewe! Ewe! I am not eating that. That’s disgusting.
Then as only good parents would do, we say: Eat your dinner or you won’t get dessert. And then the children whine. And then we say, ok, take 5 bites. And then they whine some more taking the next 25 minutes to take a single bite then spit it out and so on.
Occasionally we make food our kids like. Mostly we make grown up food because we secretly want our children to suffer.
The other night I made the most awesome broccoli cheddar soup. Oh. YUM! Ann Marie tries a bite and yells: “I’m not eating this. It’s POISON!” as she jumped down from the table and ran into the other room. Apparently she’s onto me.
The rest of the family continues eating poison when Beau says: “Does marriage sounds like death…”. Hubby rapidly responded through laughter “YES”. Humph…. I see withholdings in his future…..
Aye yes… God is great, beer is good, and kids are entertaining (and now you’re singing that song)!