Dadoo and I went to a talk last night, given by an amazing woman who has raised 13 children. The talk was entitled, “Raising Catholic Children with Humor and Prayer.” I’m already enjoying her book with a similar title: “Outnumbered!: Raising 13 Kids with Humor and Prayer.”
One of the items she emphasized in her presentation was the importance of eating together. She cited many statistics showing better outcomes in academics and social stability for children whose families regularly share meals together. And she spoke from experience, assuring us that something sacred happens when you faithfully sit down together as a family for meals.
This evening during dinner, we had our own unique dynamics going on.
Since I worked this afternoon, Dadoo and the children were telling me about their outing at a local arboretum. It was somewhat barren compared to how it will be when spring arrives, and Dadoo was reminding the children of a grapevine maze that they saw, which was really only a frame of wires, without leaves.
Dadoo: “Remember? Where you bumped your head? That will be like a tunnel when the grapes grow in this summer.”
Photo: Tiern moments prior to bumping his head.
Tiern: “Oh! Yes, I me-member.”
Little Miss: “Well, I didn’t bonk my head.”
Dadoo: “No, Miss, I don’t think you’re big enough to bonk your head on that. You’ll be able to run full bore through that tunnel when it’s ready.”
Tiern: “Why Miss doesn’t bonk her head on it?”
Dadoo: “Because she’s probably only about 3 feet tall. You’re about 4 feet tall, and so your head can get bonked.”
Tiern: “Oh. What if you’re 5 feet?”
Dadoo: “Then you’ll definitely bonk your head.”
Tiern: “What if you’re 6 feet?”
Dadoo: “You would bonk into everything if you were that tall.”
Tiern: “What if you’re 10 feet??!!”
Dadoo: “Well, if you’re 10 feet, you’d have a really heard time getting into the tunnel.”
Mama: “Did you know that Grandpa is 6 feet?”
Little Miss: “Grandpa has 6 feet, but I only have 2 feet. Yes. And Dadoo has 2 feet, and Tiern has 2 feet.”
Tiern: “No, Miss. I have 4 feet.”
At this point, Little Miss bends over to look under the table, trying to verify Tiern’s claim of 4 feet.
Tiern: “See–one, two, …”
Dadoo: “Where are your other feet?”
Tiern: “Um, I think they’re in my bum.”
Dadoo: “No, we don’t say potty language at the table. We all have one bum, and two feet.”
Little Miss, nodding: “Yes.”
Thus concluded our evening of sacred dinner conversation. Tune in next time…