Dinner

The Call: Peanut Butter — Cheryl

When I was growing up (here in Maine), we called lunch, “dinner” and dinner, “supper.” Now, at our house (here in Maine) we eat lunch and dinner, not dinner and supper. No matter what you call it, lunch time seems to last for hours. In fact, it’s hard to separate breakfast, lunch and teatime. This means that there is almost always (at least until dark) a jar of peanut butter on the counter, along with a peanut-butter-smeared knife.


The Response: After Dinner — Jessica

Dinner is the start of the race to bedtime. It comes fast and furious from that point on: dinner, clean up, dishes, bathtime, stories, bed. Finally, by 8:30 (or 9 on a rough night) I can get to the pots and pans that were left to soak in the sink.