A Lesson on Manners

After I called everyone to the table for dinner tonight, you should have seen the faces on my children as I plopped their spaghetti sauce and noodles right on the table in front of them.

Mom has gone mad.

I thought it would be a nice segue into a lesson on manners but it kind of backfired as everyone refused to eat with their hands. I told them that tonight they could eat as little of their dinner as they wanted, wipe their hands on their clothes and eat with their hands. Indy proceeded to eat his weight in French bread, Eden drank herself silly and Rob promptly went and got a plate and fork. I was the only one to eat with my hands. I was going all the way with this one.

Here are the girls not eating their dinner, just the bread and soda.

After dinner, Rob told them they could put on their rainboots, raincoats and umbrellas and go stomp in the puddles. He encouraged them to float sticks and paper boats down the gutter streams but after being FORCED outside, we were met with this...

Seriously, are we the meanest parents or what?

And then there is Olivia. Dear, sweet, crabby cakes Olivia.

This picture is her in a nutshell. She threw down her umbrella in a rage and folded those little arms with gusto. Life can be so miserable when your parents make you eat with your hands and splash in puddles.

Life is hard.