I remember talking to some of the Secular Franciscans about what my children do when the Advent wreath is on the table.
"At least you know you have normal children," one of them commented. She's nearly ninety years wise and has several children of her own--and a great sense of humor.
Well, they're still normal. In fact, they're so normal that I think they're in need of Charm School. Last night at dinner, they were practicing the fine art of the Burp and Blow.
I didn't know it even had a name.
Maybe I should just feed the kids in another room. Then they could be as uncivilized as they want. But the older they get, the more disgusting it is to eat with them.