I believe in family dinners. My family gets together almost every night to eat. We share stories about what we did at recess or at school. My dad likes to share stories about his friends at work and sometimes all of their gardens. One night, my dad was talking about his friend at work, his name is Tom. I have met him once in my life and he seems like a very calm person. His last name is the same as the singer Fergie’s so everyone at his work calls him Fergielicious. He was also wearing a dinosaur tie that day. I was absolutely shocked when I heard this because it was the weirdest thing I’d ever heard. I laughed so hard I cried that night. Another night, we were telling stories about what funny things we did when we were younger. My mom told the story of my brother jumping over my cat’s scratching post and breaking his arm. Of course he took if offensively and ran off but it was so funny! Sometimes we all end up cracking up, but sometimes one member will end up getting upset and leave. That person is normally my little brother because he is just a very emotional little fellow.
Lately, we have been eating full-on meals like, chicken and stuffing, chicken enchiladas, and pizza. Every Monday is hot dog night; I really hate those nights because I don’t really enjoy hot dogs. We eat them because my little brother has basketball practice and my nephew comes over. Even If we are rushed and just eat something like that we are still together and talking to each other.
We all kind of have roles at our family table. My mom starts and ends the conversations. My brother Andrew gets in trouble. My brother Matthew cries. My dad is either extremely quiet or funny in a weird way and I either egg on the fighting or get made fun of. Even though I sometimes want to rip off my brother’s heads I still enjoy talking to them.
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