Most of our dinner table conversations are good.
My kids amaze me with their global prowess, though my wife will complain that we spend too much time talking sports.
With three boys to two girls, I’ll admit that sometimes we do take over the conversation a bit.
Tonight was not a good conversation. And it’s my fault.
I brought up my son’s basketball practice after he started talking about going to play for the local Catholic school.
He talked about playing football for the local Catholic school.