Five years back we started having dinner seated together. Previously, we had dinner together, but it was in the living room with the TV on and more. However, hurricane Sandy prompted us to sit together at the kitchen table (It was the only room with lights powered by a portable generator). We have continued thus ever since.
The other night, it was a little silent at the dinner table. I guess everyone was absorbed in having their meal and moving on to evening prayers then bed. It turns out the silence was too much for our 6 year old to stomach.
“Next time, I want to be born into a talking family!” she exclaimed. Not sure what to make of it, I asked her what she wanted us to talk about. She went on to say, she wanted to be asked how her day was, and how was school. We complied and she joyfully shared her day adventures.
Do you talk at the dinner table? We took a hint from a 6 year old girl who is not afraid to speak her mind.
Rita will forever keep you on your toes. She could come to our family we trying the opposite. Especially where food is in the month. Something very pressing just pops up.
This girl Rita! Wow, i love your boldness!
We miss you all😍😍