December 18, 2011


We're normal after all!

Heh. Heheheheh. Love this piece from the Guardian about a mealtime with 3 little boys.

13 Comments:

Anonymous buzzwhack said...

Oh come on, your kids aren't rude like that. Surreal maybe, but not rude. I was plenty surreal during meal time when I was younger but not anymore. Hhhm, the password was "venomu", You are going to let WGJ out for Xmas Eve, right?

December 18, 2011 4:05 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

Too funny.

I still have to swipe the odd hat off someone's head during dinner. We do seem to have solved the "no elbows on the table" issue, happily.

Still working on the "why does every discussion have to deteriorate into something disgusting" phenomenon, though. I don't think that one will ever go away: they all have far too much fun grossing mum out.

I'm still waiting for the Christmas they all decide to belch out "Carol of the Bells" (think "Claymation Christmas Special) as a dinnertime finale. I guess I shouldn't be planting any ideas, huh?

My word? "werri." As in: I'm sure WGJ would be werri happy to ride on Santa's sleigh Christmas Eve... (I know - not the most brilliant, but you've gotta work with the material you're given...)

December 18, 2011 11:28 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

We had our foster daughter's boyfriend and his parents (and 12 others) over for her birthday dinner two weeks ago. The mother... yes I said the MOTHER... started the dinner conversation (whilst we all ate, I should point out) by talking about putting caterpillars on the BBQ and watching them pop.

WHAT?!?!

I love the way the Brits write. Words like "bin" and eating food "the children will not countenance." Brilliant.

My word is "cohenerp". Considering I just got back from Copenhagen and may have had a superfluous beer or two, there seems to be some magic in that old word generator.

December 19, 2011 9:38 AM  
Anonymous Roz said...

hey. wouldn't it be funny if Chris Brown was sitting beside Lorraine on a long flight and didn't even know it! If you sit beside someone on a plane with tatoos all over their face, looking like a convict, maybe you should move.

"tanness" anyone? That was my word.

hey (again), maybe the convict is driving the plane. oh, oh - I think we're entering my slow period at work.

December 19, 2011 11:45 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

"driving the plane"

Hahahahha thud.

December 19, 2011 11:47 AM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

*** sigh **** It's what I do. Don't judge me.

December 19, 2011 12:10 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

Who's Driving Your Plane" Rolling Stones 1968

December 19, 2011 12:27 PM  
Anonymous Roz said...

get tattoos or drive planes?

December 19, 2011 1:03 PM  
Anonymous Roz said...

by the way, my question was directed at CB (ntf)

December 19, 2011 1:16 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

CB, incidentally, is a tat-free zone. We can't all shooosh around the world, driving mini cars and sipping hot toddies.

See Roz? Mom always liked her better.

December 19, 2011 2:45 PM  
Anonymous Roz said...

CB,

did you live in our house?

December 19, 2011 5:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am absolutely going to use "its poison" the next time someone asks me whats for dinner! Three kids and nobody ever wants what we are having, but nor can they come up with an idea of what they want when asked. (okay, one, but I will not eat meatball subs for dinner every night of the week)

December 19, 2011 9:52 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

My favourite comeback whenever someone complained about the dinner menu has always been "okay, how 'bout tomorrow night you do the cooking and I get to sit back and complain about it."

Worked like a charm. Of course, now when the odd one actually does cook dinner, I just sit back and eat it. If someone wants to cook dinner for me, far be it from me to complain...

December 19, 2011 10:57 PM  

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