Table Manners

We love Tommy and we want him to be kind and smart and important.

We want him to know all of the important things.

We realize we're responsible for teaching him everything. Which is at best overwhelming and at worst paralyzing. Because (newsflash!) we don't actually know everything. (Go ahead, make your surprised face.)

Plus the things that we do know we're not very good at teaching. Sometimes it doesn't stand out so much and I think we're getting away with it. (It = tricking people into thinking that we know what we're doing.) Other times my parents are over for dinner and Tommy runs around like a crazy person refusing to sit still and trying to take his clothes off while refusing to eat anything that isn't veggie dip.

And then we realize how miserably we're failing at teaching him things.

Fortunately they're my parents and they not only continue to love Tommy, but they still love us too.

If Tommy ever learns enough table manners to land himself a wife (or even a date), I'm going to have to remember that.