Do you argue? Bicker? Have hot debates at the family dinner table?
The weekend started off peacefully…
Then, the sugar rush set in after the Easter Bunny came and filled up baskets.
There are no kids in my house, but yeah, the Bunny still drops by…
Then came the cooking…with more sugar.
With all that glucose pumping through everyone’s veins, the family dinner table was missing one person…an umpire.
“Did you read Sheila’s e-mail…about her dinner out with Luke?” my mother-in-law asked.
“Yeah, that was funny,” I replied, remembering the e-mail about Luke eating worms.
“He’s really smart for a 6-year-old, but when he thought those bean sprouts were worms, Sheila must have died laughing.”
AND THIS IS WHERE I SHOULD HAVE CHANGED THE SUBJECT
Me: It wasn’t bean sprouts. It was noodles. He ordered Udon Noodles with Vegetables.
Her: No, it was the bean sprouts,because she said that he said that the worms were crunchy.
Me: No, it was definitely the noodles. Noodles are slimy like worms.
Them: Yeah, Tracy’s right. Bean sprouts don’t even look like worms.
Her: They most certainly do look like worms…little worms.
Me: You’re wrong. Have you ever even SEEN an Udon Noodle? Even adults would mistake those things for worms.
So it went. My family sat around the Easter Sunday dinner table having a
conversation, b ickering match, argument, about bean sprouts vs. udon noodles and their likeness to worms.
Anyone know a good
umpire family therapist?
How do you differentiate between a friendly debate and an argument? Have you ever let a small disagreement escalate too far?
P.S. I was wrong. It was the bean sprouts. A nice “Happy Easter” phone call to Sheila, with an “oh by the way, what did Luke mistake for worms?” allowed us to move on to the topic of dessert. Caf. Decaf. Caf. Decaf. Caf!!!!