Perfectly good tortillas...

Like many of our dinners, this one dissolved into a goofball showcase. Whether they are belching, farting, telling potty jokes, playing with their food, or singing songs they just made up about the meal they'd rather be eating, my kids think dinner is comedy hour, not meal time. Sometimes I have to eat my food and just walk away completely giving up on the meaningful conversations I delude myself into expecting; sometimes I get annoyed and squash their playfulness with talks about good manners and the effort a good dinner requires and the respect it and its preparer deserve in return. But the night they made masks out of their tortillas I just laughed and took pictures.