Scene from our dinning room tonight:
We are just finishing dinner. There is a knock on the door and Husband gets up. Little J follows.
It is the neighbor’s girls. Husband returns to the table and Little J tells his friends:
“We are having dinner so I cannot come out to play. Also you cannot come in until we finish eating.”
My neighbor catches up with her daughters and asks Little J if he can pass something on to me. As you can imagine Husband and I are laughing at the table, trying hard not to.
“OK, I will give this to mama. We are having dinner, salmon. I am not finished. So you cannot come in.”
At this point I got up and invited Mrs. A in. Little J quickly had his last few bites. Kids played and had fun. We sat and drank wine. But honestly I have no idea what made my son so adamant about dinner time being sacred. Maybe he remembered the time I took the girls home . Maybe piggy bank is working. Or maybe, just maybe he is actually starting to enjoy dinner time.