Normal dinner “conversation” now includes things like:
-“Watermelon goes in our mouth, NOT down our underpants”
-“Well I didn’t think it was funny when Cailou did it either.”
-“NOT IN YOUR NOSE!! NOT IN YOUR NOSE!!”
-“Who put crayons in my wine?” (This is mostly a rhetorical question, although I haven’t totally ruled out The Mr.)
– “Don’t just lick the ketchup off… eat the cantaloupe too.” (Barf.)
– “It’s only good off Mommy’s plate? Can Mommy eat off your plate, then?” (That is a big “no” from The Little Emperor Jr, BTW.)
-“So honey, how was your – not on the floor! No more strawberries? Only Jello? With a fork? Daddy will you hand us a wipey, please?”
Sigh… adult conversation is uber-overated anyway, I’m sure.
Just Sayin’.
(“No buddy, Bob the tomato WANTS you to eat that ‘mato…. mommy promises.”)
Reluctantly Suburban 
he he. love it! and it just gets better and better! =)