Hell, as the youngest of seven kids, even as an adult (well into my 30s, if not 40s) I still had to sit with the kids. I found out that eating with the kids was more fun.
That comic never gets old but there is no shame in celebrating the one day where you can eat until you pass out and wake up and eat some more. Going back for thirds shouldn’t be ridiculed but celebrated with an award.
Hell, as the youngest of seven kids, even as an adult (well into my 30s, if not 40s) I still had to sit with the kids. I found out that eating with the kids was more fun.
That comic never gets old but there is no shame in celebrating the one day where you can eat until you pass out and wake up and eat some more. Going back for thirds shouldn’t be ridiculed but celebrated with an award.