Yeah, honestly, at the dinner table, I'd rather eat than talk. But I'm married, so....Silence. It is impolite to talk with your mouthful![]()
I didnāt realize Iām like that until my husband mentioned it ⦠that was after a few years of marriage. Heās not exactly a chatterbox himself. Good thing. Donāt talk to me in the morning while Iām drinking my coffee.Nobody talks till they have their tea or coffee. Silence is golden in the morning hours until we finally wake up.
Ditto. As kids we were supposed to be seen but not be heard therefore quiet.Growing up, father wanted silence at meal-time.
Sharing dinners with family and friends, we have stimulating conversations.
Nothing is worse than eating with people who are drunk and arguing. I must have peace and be relaxed or I cannot eat and my digestion rebels. To me eating is about communicating, talkin.I adore James Herriot's books.
Growing up, we generally talked at the table. The TV was never on, and the phone was not answered, two rules I also enforced with my own children.
On weekend nights we had to eat in the more formal dining room (as opposed to the breakfast nook) with the good china, and I hated it. My parents were usually drunk and arguing, so I have really bad memories of formal meals.
With my own kids, we always talked. No screens were permitted at the table. Sometimes we would use conversation cards to prompt interesting exchanges.
In my marriage it's the other way round. My wife would prefer that I don't talkYeah, honestly, at the dinner table, I'd rather eat than talk. But I'm married, so....