What could possibly inspire AJ to shovel in his dinner just as fast as he possibly could? (Especially considering it was a hotdish that included stuffing and mixed vegetables, neither of which he particularly likes.)
The chance to pick the dinner prayer the next night.
Seriously.
We alternate each meal between the kids as to who gets to select which prayer to say. The Thanksgiving holiday knocked us out of our rotation a bit, and by the time we gathered around our own table Saturday night, I had no idea whose turn it was. Sydney was sitting quietly, so I awarded the choice to her.
AJ was none too pleased, so I announced whoever finished their supper first would get to pick the next time. I knew it wouldn't be much of a race - that AJ could beat his sister without even trying. But then I looked over at Jeff, who was pretending to eat as fast as he could.
Thus set off the eating frenzy that ended only when a gloating kindergartner was able to walk past his Dad carrying his empty plate en route to the sink.
Good thing his memory isn't as strong as his competitive streak. With his hectic hockey schedule, we haven't sat down for a family meal together since, which means AJ still hasn't had a chance to "collect" his prize.
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