Dinner Time...

On any given evening... the scene at our apartment goes a little bit like this:

Jessica: "What should we make for dinner. I'm starving. I haven't eaten all day." (she says, as she scarfs down Hostess chocolate cupcakes and ice cream)
Reece: "I don't know. I'm not really hungry."
J: "Well what did you eat today."
R: "Hardly anything. A granola bar. And an apple."
J: "Really? That's it?"
R: "Well, I guess I had a couple of Twix bars too. And a donut. And there was free pizza at work. And a Baconater at Wendy's. With fries. And a Dr. Pepper. And another granola bar. I think that's all though."
J: "That's what I thought."

Or this:

J: "Babe, what can I make you for dinner?"
R: "I dunno. We don't have any food."
J: "Yes we do. Remember how we dropped $100 on groceries at Target last night?"
R: "WE SPENT HOW MUCH??????"
J: "How about scrambled eggs with bacon and toast? Or a turkey burger with sweet potato fries? Or pasta with chicken and pesto?"
R: "Ummmmm.... can you just make me a peanut butter and honey sandwich? With milk?"

I look at these dinnertime rituals as valuable practice for motherhood, as it seems I already have a little (big) boy.