Husband didn't arrive home from Reading last night until about 8.30, after I'd returned from circuit training. I'd started - and Younger Son had finished while I'd been exercising - making a curry for dinner. Husband, tired and grumpy, flopped in front of the television. I said to Younger Son, 'We'll have our dinner on trays.'
Younger Son was indignant. 'No, we won't. We'll sit at the table properly to eat it.'
4 comments:
Good for younger son! Obviously well brought up.
I don't know about table manners. Tables turned more like!!
I don't have that problem at all...I just sit and watch TV with the plate on my lap! If I spill, it's my own fault. lol
Sometimes, when they're little, you wonder if gthey'll ever learn, but then they surprise you, dragonstar, don't they?
I was suitably chastened, suburbia!
Sometimes, leslie, a tray on my lap is just what is called for.
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