Recently I've had requests for some personal stories --- so, here goes.
Hope you enjoy!
In my home, we always ate at the dining room table together for every meal except weekend breakfasts when Mom ate early and proceeded to do housework while Dad drank his coffee and read the paper. I joined him and waited until he was finished reading to have our morning discussion - 'righting the wrongs' and 'saving the world'. Sometimes we even ate!!
When I was in my teens, one particularly memorable day we had doughnuts. Dad was engrossed in his paper. I watched him, and continued to watch him seeing only the side of his head, until I got tired of waiting and decided to eat. I chose a filled, gooey doughnut and was suddenly overcome by 'the spirit of prankster'.
Opening to the yummy filling, I aimed and 'splatted' it onto his face. We were both stunned. I couldn't believe I had done it, and expected retribution!!! He sat, never moving or speaking!!! Then suddenly he leaped from his chair as I leaped from mine. The chase was on.... He caught me in the living room and pinned me to the wall. There he stood with that Irish grin, custard in his ear and still on his face, and a jelly doughnut in his hand. I knew what was coming --- he placed it on my nose and 'squished' it.
We burst into laughter, (all except Mom who was thinking about having to clean up the mess).
Until my Dad left this world, we always found time to sit at the breakfast table together. He read his paper and I waited; then we 'solved the world problems' over coffee, while Mom did the housework.
I am grateful that I still have my weekend discussions, long distance, by phone, with my son who continues the tradition.
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