Perhaps we need to bring back rules about permissible dinner conversation again. On Monday, Big A made Nu and me cry with a story from the E.D. of a 10-month-old with a fractured liver (suspected parental abuse).
On Tuesday, I took over, getting people to read Ross Gay's A Small, Needful Fact and Paul Nelson's An Elegy for Tahlequah's Calf.
We had a couple of days off for Thanksgiving with grandparents... but tonight, At finished the pattern off. As we settled around the table, he called this "the last dinner," horrifying me and reminding Nu that he would leave for college again in the morning.
Despite Thanksgiving, which was lovely, I think we're stuck doing family dinners wrong this week.
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On Tuesday, I took over, getting people to read Ross Gay's A Small, Needful Fact and Paul Nelson's An Elegy for Tahlequah's Calf.
We had a couple of days off for Thanksgiving with grandparents... but tonight, At finished the pattern off. As we settled around the table, he called this "the last dinner," horrifying me and reminding Nu that he would leave for college again in the morning.
Despite Thanksgiving, which was lovely, I think we're stuck doing family dinners wrong this week.
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