Title of this post: Dinner at the Barlow’s or Why I Might Not Be Sane For Long

Tonight we had quiche for dinner. Going into it, I know that this dinner only just meets the 2/3 majority approval that I insist on before making it. But, the quiche really is simple and quite good. Not to mention that it is inexpensive and makes a nice meal when paired with a biscuit and some fruit.

We all began eating. Before 2 minutes are up, #4 is chanting, “Mo keesh, mo keesh.” He is already done and wants more. #2 is talking non-stop and eating his quiche. #1 is negotiating how much of what he will have to eat before being excused or receiving dessert (he is an optimist and into bargaining). Meanwhile, #3 (the pickiest eater of all) has wolfed down his biscuit, has refused pinapple and has quietly shrouded his quiche with his white paper napkin so that he won’t have to look at it. #4 continues to chant, I briefly cover my eyes and Jon hums “Taps” softly in honor of the quiche that has been put to rest across the table. It is all very funny, in a way. But, this was definitely a put-some-cotton-in-your-ears-so-that-you-cannot-hear-everything-quite-so-loudly-do-I-really-have-such-a-small-space-with-so-many-people type of night. Cotton in the ears….I highly recommend it. Y’all have a good day.