While I was surfing the web, I came across a picture that reminded me of the Stovesands at the dinner table on a quite Sunday night (minus one child more than likely minus Daniel because he was kind of bratty).
Actually I am being quite sarcastic our dinners usually (and sometimes still do) consist of yelling, screaming, and quite possibly making fun of a sibling and taking it to far (until there is a fight or tears).
Yet one can still dream of a quite Sunday dinner discussing a math class or tennis.....or bragging on the A you made in school (now I am really dreaming because I never made A's).
Yet, while I poke fun of my family's behavior and how we treat each other I would not have it any other way (well minus the tears of humiliation when your brother calls you Ichabod Crain).
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