WHY are you wiping your mouth on your shirt?!? You have a napkin! Stop that. Face forward. Put a bite in your mouth. Do NOT throw things in your brother's food. If your tummy hurts, then I guess you shouldn't have dessert. That's fine with me. Are you finished? Give me those toys. Put a bite of food in your mouth. (to Babyman) You want another cracker? Oh, nice "please"! Here you go. (in response to Mr. Sweetcheeks' question) The colors on the pen are just to advertise the hotel. Now EAT! Littleman that's rude. Stop it. Take a BITE of food! Face forward. Feet to yourself. Put that down. Take a bite. No you may not. Face FORWARD. Take a BITE. Yes, it's a Daddy song. Don't play with your food. Sweetcheeks, don't hit. I'm sorry, WHAT?? Well then, take a bite. Are you finished? Well then EAT. Yes. No. (to Babyman) Another cracker? OK! (To other boys) Last bite!! Woo! Great job boys, thank you. Did you eat your snowpeas too? OK. Yes! Get it out. Whew.
The other evening I was sitting with the boys as they ate dinner. They'd already been at it for awhile, goofing off and enjoying themselves and maybe taking a bite once in awhile. (We have a problem with eternity mealtimes at our house.) Dinner had been going on long enough that I was no longer interested in silliness, I just needed them to FINISH. I suddenly became aware that I'd developed a severe case of "Mom Mouth". So, I embraced the moment: I recorded it for posterity! LOL. :)
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