Who's Hungry?

Apparently moving across the country does funny things to your kids. Like, they forget basic table manners and instead of for the love of all that is holy could you just sit down in your own chair, they all clamor to be in the same seat. And not the same seat every time, oh no, it's a different seat every day. Because this is turf war.... and you can't claim a single chair, you have to conquer the whole lot.

So I've instilled a seating arrangement. Complete with name tags AND personalized place mats. AND our name tags color coordinate with our silkies. So, even though we can't read, we just match our silkies to the right color, and voila, we're in business! **Bonus feature: I discovered that none of the kids are color blind! SCORE!**



And now that mealtimes are peaceful once more, we can fully enjoy what it means to be the parents of preschoolers and toddlers.....

Tad: "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

DadGuy: aka child#5: aka instigator: "So he could POOP!"

children: "oh my gosh! You're so funny Daddy! You said poop!" tee-hee, tee-hee, giggle, giggle snort

Danny: "No poop. Poop gone. Poop toi-wet. Poop fush!"

MomBabe: "Do not use toilet words at dinner..."

Blayne: "Why did the grapes cross the road?"

Tad: "POOP! POOP! POOP!"

Danny: "POOP! POOOOOO-OOOOOOOOP! POOP!"

Blayne: "No! Stop saying POOP! DON'T SAY POOP!"

Taylor: giggling

MomBabe: "That's enough. No more bathroom words."

DadGuy feigning parental supervision: "Okay, that's enough poop-talk."

Danny: "Daddy !POOP! Mommy !POOP! Tad !POOP! Blayne !POOP! Taylor!POOP! Danny NO POOP!"

Dinner: officially over