Some day I’m going to wish for the days when the boys are eating a meal with me, driving me crazy, right?
Chew with your mouth closed.
CHEW with your mouth CLOSED.
Chew with your MOUTH closed.
CHEW. WITH. YOUR. MOUTH. CLOSED.
If I said it once last night I said it a dozen times. I’ve been saying it at supper every night for the past month. At one point, Will started chewing with his mouth WIDE OPEN right after I had said it yet again. This time I just glared at him. He gave me this wide-eyed look that said "What? What did I do?"
There have been many stages in their short lives during which I was concerned that the current behavior was going to last forever. We thought that Joe would be sleeping in our bed until he left for college. Then one morning we got up and realized that he hadn’t come to join us in bed for more than a month.
I’m hoping that some day soon we’ll get though an entire meal without me reminding Will to CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH CLOSED. It might be awhile, though.