The other night at dinner, Rusty forgot to use his fork and was eating with his fingers. (Shocker, I know! One of my children eating with their hands – inconceivable!)
Kevin was a bit tired of the noise and sight of it, so he said, “Rusty! Don’t eat with your hands! You aren’t a dog or a cat!”
Sweet Billy, who likes rules and structure and to correct errors (read: boss people around), immediately said, “Dogs don’t eat like that.”
Kevin, not sure whether to laugh or be mad at his son calling him on his mistake, said, “I know! I misspoke! But Rusty didn’t know that!”
Meanwhile, I was choking on my own dinner because I was laughing so hard at the whole ridiculous situation.
My family is pretty great.