We ate dinner in the dining room again tonight. It's nothing fancy, really. Our dining room table is a long folding table that we typically pull out for family parties. Our chairs are the folding chairs that complete the folding table set. Some of the blinds on the windows behind the table are bent, a result of being hit by something thrown by the kids, I'm sure. There is a bar, our Pottery Barn purchase with some of our wedding money, that's actually a nice piece of furniture but is unfortunately covered with dust. Priorities.
No, our dining room is not fancy. But the kids like it; and Dan and I have found that we seem to get better table manners and fewer potty words throughout dinner when we eat in the dining room instead of in our kitchen. That's been true the past week or so, and we're going to ride this until it's not effective, like pretty much everything else we do.
Maybe halfway into our chicken taco dinner tonight, Ella got up from the table and disappeared around the corner into the kitchen. Dan, Cal and I kept eating. Ella getting up from the table isn't uncommon, and we typically let her slide a couple of times before insisting she stay seated.
Anyway, she returned with cloth napkins in her hand. Ella is already green, not that she knows it. I keep the cloth napkins in a basket on the counter, and she's really only familiar with that stash of napkins, not that I even really know where the paper ones might be. She handed a cloth napkin to Dan... then one to me... then sat down with the last napkin she had for herself. Cal didn't get a napkin.
So I asked her, "Why didn't you bring a napkin for Cal Daniel?"
She paused for a few seconds and responded, "Because he doesn't use napkins."
She was right. Then I asked her, "What does Cal Daniel use instead of a napkin?"
She thought for a bit and answered, "His shirt."
Exactly. I wish that weren't the right answer, but it is. And that Ella knows it is pretty funny.
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