Cooking for my family is a less than joyful task. Someone always dislikes what has been prepared. Usually, not always, but usually, those someones are Ryder and Leah. Such was the case tonight.
Here's a rundown of the series of events:
As I was hollering at kids to wash their hands and take a seat at the table a midst the "how much do I have to eat of this?" comments, Will and Luke fill their plates. The kids finally get to the table as I am putting the back-up left over fried shrimp option in front of them and I notice Parker is stabbing the table with his fork to scratch the paint. Annoyed, I get onto him and accidentally burn Ryder's hand with my hot pan. Ryder begins crying, I begin apologizing. Leah, who is in the bathroom (as she is at nearly ever dinner time) starts loudly requesting that I come to wipe her. Luke takes over wiping duties, while I run to get some oils and ice to put on Ryder's hand.
Eventually we all sit down, say grace and begin to eat. Chatter commences and we talk about Ryder's dental visit today and that leads to cavity discussion. Luke asks Leah what she did at school today while he is up getting seconds. She responds, "I put this little red bead up my nose." After more questioning, we determine the bead is still somewhere in her right nostril.
As dinner comes to an end, I begin quizzing Ryder on his spelling words. While he is spelling, Luke tells him, "Spell COOUCCH" in his best Billy Madison impression. Will and I crack up. This leads to a phonics discussion between Will and Parker. Parker somehow retains everything he has ever learned about phonics.
As the crew moves on from dinner, clearing the table to go their separate ways, I could only laugh.
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