So since I've decided that we're going to have dinner guests, and since meal times at our house resemble a barnyard feed troph, maybe I should teach these wild monkeys some table manners.
Because we actually want our guests to enjoy our company, and to be able to have a conversation without being hit in the face with mashed potatoes. I think that's reasonable, don't you?
So day one of table manners boot camp went fairly well. Nobody was injured, and nobody quit. And there was a surprising lack of barnyard activity at our table this evening.
Who'da thunk it?!
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