We were having dinner last night: my wife and I and the three kids. We’re trying to teach them the art of conversation, and enforce the “one person talks at a time” rule.
When I asked my five-year-old to be quiet, as it was not her turn, she said, “But Dad, I’m talking to myself.”
What would you say then? I just laughed.
Need a comedian? Maybe. But you can save the two-drink-minimum by just dining with kids.
What’s my point? Humor is everywhere, if you’re open to it.
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