At our weekly tea parties, My Beloved and I generally try to steer the conversation towards more, shall we say, thoughtful subjects. While normal dinnertime fare might be the molting habits of the Mexican Red-Kneed Tarantula, or who finally conquered level infinity-six on The Legend of Zelda, during tea parties it is my hope and dream that we might discuss Scripture, or the masters of classical music, or something similar.
The jury is still out on whether this will ever be accomplished.
Today started out auspiciously: My Beloved read from the “love” chapter in 1 Corinthians. This turned into an explanation of how the word “love” in the passage is more accurately translated “Charity”, meaning “unselfish consideration for others.”
However, given that one of my children is named Charity, it was difficult not to giggle at her extreme elation to discover that she has a whole passage of scripture devoted entirely to lauding her many attributes. From there, it more or less deteriorated. When, after a pause, my eldest son (16) asked his father if he’d like to join him in blowing up zombies once the tea party was over, I wondered if there was any use in trying.
But then Gabriel (5) piped up with a wonderful tale of his own. It was so tender and touching that I was compelled to relate it to you here.
“Sometimes, I have a dream that I’m done going potty and I’m walking out of the bathroom…”
“But then suddenly the sink sucks me into the drain!”
“And then I’m in the drain in the sink!”
“And there are people down there…”
“Really tiny people!”
“And they’re REALLY CREEPY!”
If that’s not high art, I don’t know what is.
That is just too funny. I have three boys and I can commiserate! I’ll keep my ears open here, for more ideas for “thoughtful conversation”.
Too funny! I know what you mean about trying to instill culture into your children. Something similar happened to me…
http://errabundusbus.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-those-days.html
Thanks for sharing your family with us,
Kari
Verrrry funny story, Kari! Trumpets and violence just can’t be beat for a romantic walk down the aisle.
LOL thats all I have to say
This gives me an idea of what I have in store for me as my boys get older. I just hope they are as cute about it as yours are
hahahhahahahah, why do we even bother….
I love that you continue to try. Dream on!
With 3 of ours being boys here (and a husband who joins right in with their lines of thinking) the conversations are equally interesting at our table, I assure you!
Gosh, around here, it’s the GIRLS who come up with the weird and not-always-couth topics of conversation! LOL
LOL at G’s story. He is so flippin’ cute!!!
lol!
oh, oh, mercy! my sides hurt.
I love that you’re making the attempt. Your tea party stories are the best! Little girls are good at telling “cultured” stories too! We had just finished dinner Christmas Eve…the candles on the table were still burning, we were still sipping the wine…the atmosphere was still “tray ellygaunt”. The four year old excused herself politely and went to the potty. She came out, ran over to the table and proceeded to tell me, nearly breathless with excitement, “Mom! I went pee! And poop! And I washed my hands too!! Here – feel!” and promptly wiped her still damp little hands on mine. I thought my aunt was going to fall out of her chair. It was all I could do to keep from busting right out! I still have a ways to go myself in the training of the wee ones.
ROFL!!! Sounds like a five-year-old I know…
What an imagination on that kid! And great photos to capture the story, too. Haha!
Oh my goodness, that is so darn funny and cute at the same time. Am I the only who still loses the first few letters of left side of your top post??? I went so far as to take a photo of it the other day and was going to email it to you. But, sigh, I couldn’t find your email anywhere.
I’m completely flummoxed, Joanne! I have no idea what you are seeing…wish I had your eyes. Anyone else having difficulty?
I’m just so proud of you for continuing the tea parties in high hope! So many times it is my husband that sends us on a path to goofy-land.