Dinnertime chat

Many a time I have seen it written or advertised that family's who eat dinner together stick together/stay out of trouble. While it is difficult to do this 7 days a week (especially with a firefighter for a dad) we try. Try is more like 5 days a week. I instituted high/low conversation taken from a movie I watched to add to the sharing and bonding. If you spend anytime around me you learn that the world goes round by opportunities to share and bond:) The picture above is a picture of our current family seating. I need one more stool so a kid doesn't have to sit on the counter. We either do that or bring in a few chairs to squish 6 at the table in the kitchen. Someday I will get a big table and chairs for the dining room/classroom. But for now this is snug and comfy family love.
Somewhere in the discussion the kids began talking about breaking up. I cannot recall how it diverted to people breaking up but it did. #2 said Mommy and Daddy couldn't break up, and #1 always factual said we could and it would be a divorce. He added the infamous right mommy to the end too. I said no matter of factly. They asked why and I explained about taking a vow when you get married, quoting for better or worse, richer or poorer and on. This translated into much explanation of those words. Daddy managed to emphatically agree about the worse part, smirking at me in between.
Typically following a large scale concept discussion there was a dramatic pause. #3 broke the silence by asking how did we "before the date". It took me a moment of question and answer to realize he met how did me meet. I took a breath remembering #2's long ago ? of if Daddy was the first person I kissed. Hmmm preparing to answer the question with a abbreviated summary Daddy spoke first. "Mommy was holding a sign that said want husband and my car got a flat tire right where she was at." He couldn't even make eye contact with me after that piece of wisdom, and I scanned the room for something appropriate to throw. Something with just enough force to sting but not truly draw blood. A spoon was my weapon of choice, though I did lick it clean first. He chuckled at first and then broke down with all out laughter, as I did as well. Our children, our 3 conversationally aware kids weren't quite sure what to think. Finally, #3 quizzically asked is that true. DUH #1 said, lol!
Knowing how Daddy works they moved on to the rest of the high/low's once again forgetting to ask about mine. I thought for a split second it would revolve back but it didn't. Instead #2 informed us that her low was when her teacher called her Bethanna. I informed her that there is a real name of Bethann (however it would be spelled).#1 added in a way only #1 can, "There is a name for everything like even Rumpelstiltskin." Yep conversation stopper at its best.
On to dessert for the brave children who tried a raw mushroom. Ooooooh, can you guess who it was that didn't try it??????