Until then, I’ll gripe publicly.
Someday, I’d like to get through a meal without instructing my kids on table manners, but that seems as likely as baking chocolate chip cookies without eating some batter.
The other day, I watched Vivian get into her favourite dinner posture: chair far from table, knees bent and near chin, feet on seat. This position optimizes her ratio of crumbs-on-floor to crumbs-on-table.
I flash-forwarded to her sitting like this at a job interview. I sat stunned for a moment, and then I opened my own mouth to harp. Yes, I believe I was still chewing. I said this:
God help us all. No doubt this photo will be Exhibit 109 in the case of Thing One and Thing Two versus Ironic Mom.
Any stories about table manners? Any food-related pet peeves?