Me: I hate onions! I don’t want onions. I want pudding.
Waiter: And what kind of pudding would you like?
Me: I want HER pudding. [Points at colleague].
Waiter: She doesn’t have pudding yet.
Me: I don’t caaaare. [Hurls fork across table].
Colleague: Scott can get down to discussing this proposal?
Waiter: Perhaps something to drink?
Me: I’m not thirsty. [Folds arms].
Waiter: So, just the pudding, then?
Me: I’m thirsty. Why are you making me eat? Why?
Colleague: Can we pleeeeeease chat about the stats?
Me: Why are there bits in my juice? It’s too cold. I hate ice. I hate juice.
Colleague: Bill, please, waiter.
Me: I’m hungry! Look at my feet. [Puts bare feet on table].
There’s a reason we go through the drudgery of teaching table manners - it’s a vital part of making little people into big people who can mix with other big people without frightening them.
It's just a small part of parenting; but just imagine if we didn’t bother to do it. It’s also one of the few areas we can see direct results (after we’ve cleaned up all the mess!).
What tricks have you used to ease your kid from food-flinging to tidy dining? Tell us, and you could win a R250 kalahari.com voucher.
Congratulations to last week's winner, Brad Norvak for his letter on the biggest expense of parenting.