We had to call an emergency family meeting tonight. It was about this whole slow food “issue.” I’m not talking about this:
I’m in to all that. I’m talking about Piper and Sissy’s propensity for taking so long to finish a meal that breakfast runs in to lunch and lunch runs into dinner. We call it brealunner for short. There’s nothing short about it, though. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy a leisurely pace. I like that we talk so much at meal time. I like that Piper cracks us up. Sissy tells us about her day. Important questions are asked and answered. Meal time is awesome for the first hour. You heard me right. It’s just that we can’t seem to do anything else in our house but make meals, eat meals, and clean up after meals. At this point we’re going to have to start bringing our pillows to the table.
So, we brainstormed (post rant, of course). Sissy suggested a new seating arrangement for less distraction. Done. Piper suggested we all stand up while we eat and stop using utensils and napkins. Vetoed. I suggested a timer simply to make us aware of a reasonable passage of time. Motion carried. Dad suggested we cut down on snacks between meals. Split vote. It was a productive conversation. We began eating.
At the end of our meeting and our successful thirty minute meal, I asked if there were any other issues to discuss. Piper had one.
“You guys are kind of bossy. You’re always telling us what to do. I think you both should work on that. Your bossiness, that is.”
Maybe I should have sent her to bed without her dinner, but A. she’d already eaten it and B. I was laughing too hard.