Dinner time at our house has been falling into a peculiar routine.

I plonk two identical dinner plates on the table. Both are stacked with an identical amount of food in an identical visual arrangement, next to two identical sets of cutlery.

The boys wash their hands. And sit at the table. I announce what is on the menu tonight and then say “EAT!”

Sean begins to shovel food into his mouth. Callum wants to know WHY we’re not having fish and potatoes instead, then he wants to know what we are doing after dinner, then he asks for a cup of water and begins to recite a melody of nursery rhymes with his own inserted commentary…

By which time, I swear, Sean has finished, motioned to get down, I wipe his hands and mouth and he is off playing in the lounge room.

It’s all a big mind boggle.

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