Its suppertime

      From the kitchen comes the announcement, "Supper's ready! Come to the table!"
      The children are in the living room doing home work or playing with their toys or just entertaining each other. Dad is in the office doing some paper work. My sis is worn out from her day at school so she is sacked out and didn't hear the call to come to the table. I'm helping mom get supper on so she asks me to get everybody to the table. I go to the office and tell Dad that supper is ready. I yell at the kids the same message as I make my way up the stairs. I find my sis like I had expected to see her. She is sprawled out across her bed, asleep like she hasn't slept for a week. I tell her to get up and that supper is ready. Also, to hurry her up I tell her that we are all waiting on her. I know that's not true because it normally takes 3 or 4 rounds of this 'come to the table business' to get everybody to the table.
       After about 10 minuets, everybody has caught on that its supper time and are sitting at their places at the dinner table. Perry and Chantal are sitting on either side of mom and are bragging to each other about how close they are sitting to her.
Perry says, "Well, I'm so close, I'm touching her."
So I'm not sure what that means...If he won or what?!;)
      It's about this time when we realize that we don't have enough cups on the table and that the cups that are on the table don't have any ice in them. The plates are haphazardly strewn across the table and seem to have no rhyme or reason to their placement. There are some forks here and there too. Some plate may have a fork on either side and yet another one sitting on the plate itself. One of us older kids gets up, grabs more cups from the cupboard, scoops some ice into them from the ice machine, passes the cups to the cupless, then finds our place once again. Perry pipes up and announces that he never prays. Praying at the dinner table seems to him a privilege and dad does let him bless the meal every once in awhile. Even though when lil kids pray they forget to actually bless the meal in their prayer.
      We are about to pray when Shania spills her cup of tea. Mom grabs a rag from our special rag drawer we have especially for this kind of occasion.
Shania says, "uh oh." and begins to tell us how it all happened.
She is very dramatic for a 2 yr. old and tries telling us her lil story whenever something like that happens to her.
Meanwhile we almost forget why we are sitting at the table when someone will remind us by saying, "Are we ever gona pray?" or ,"Can we just start eating?"
That's when Mom asks, "where's Jesse?"
One of us runs upstairs, finds him asleep in his room, and tells him that we are eating supper. Shania has gotten out of her high chair and has gone to look for her 'banky'.  When Jesse joins us, and Shania is put back in her seat, we finally have our dinner prayer.
     Then someone asks, "Are you gona pass the food around or am I spose to get up and get it myself?"
We normally end up having whoever is closest to the dishes of food, dish out for the ones who can't reach. I guess it's easiest to not pass the food around.
Perry and Shania complain, " Mom!!! Its hot!!! Blow it!!!"
I think we should get a special little fan for blowing hot food, because it seems like one would run out of air the way those 2 ask for their food to be blown.
Perry says, " Mom, cut my food. I want it medium size."
I appreciate Dads efforts to make good conversation around our dinner table but it seems like its almost impossible sometimes. When the kids have had enough, which is normally half of the food on their plate, they leave and we can actually have somewhat of a normal dinner.
      Not every meal is the same, and different things are always said, but this is very typical.;) I enjoy our supper time and it seems to always be entertaining;)

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