When we were kids if we misbehaved at the dinner table Mum would say that her dinner was sticking in her throat. It was as common at dinner times as uneaten broccoli and was just one of those things that parents said, like 'strike a light,' or 'heavens-to-mercatroid.' No-one knows what they actually mean, they're just the sounds parents make before you know you've done it. But yes, now I know what dinner actually feels like when it's sticking in your throat from the task of trying to swallow your own food at the same time as trying to make children just eat.
So on Christmas day when Cal's nap ran late and he was still up for dinner, I was apprehensive to say the least. As Nicky's beautiful Christmas dinner was served David and I sat Cal in his high chair at the head of the table, sitting either side of him to create a buffer between him and other civilized company at the table. If there was food throwing or projectile vomiting, they'd be safe-ish. Astonishingly he sat quietly through the whole dinner, munching on 'Christmas crackers' dipped in gravy and cranberry sauce.
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| Just eating my Christmas crackers |
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| Dad, will you please sit down and just eat? |
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