When I was a girl…some thirty years ago…
My parents did everything in their power to provide my two younger brothers and me with a solid upbringing.
They saw after our grooming
They helped us with our homework
They fed us three square meals a day
But I digress.
And, of course, there were household rules by which we three had to abide.
You know…the basics:
Respect your elders…
And…umm…No quoting at the table.
You see, having been born in the 1970′s, we were First Generation VHS Kids. We watched movies and television during an era when on-demand repetition of worthy clips was a shiny new concept. We would press that rewind button ad nauseum, watching favorite snippets in reverse before viewing them again…and again…and again…
And yet again…
Until we had committed them to memory and could recite them at the smallest prompting. Which, incidentally, was usually at the dinner table.
Much to the dismay of our parents, who did not share our affinity for ad nauseum movie quoting.
The table was where we gathered to nourish our bodies, exchange ideas, and bow our heads together in gratitude for our blessings.
Quoting matches had no place in this family portrait. Especially on Thanksgiving.
And now…now that I am a grown-up with children of my own…
I have the same rule: No quoting at the table. I mean, really…who needs to hear, a thousand times over, some annoying quip first heard on Cartoon Network?
Unless, of course, the quote in question happens to be from one of my favorite quotable films or shows from yesteryear…a belly-laugh inducing quote that I, personally, have introduced to my children via the magic of oral tradition and YouTube.
In that case? I applaud The Cherubs and enthusiastically help them fill in the blanks where they stumble.
Call it a tradition of sorts. Their collective repertoire includes, but is certainly not limited to:
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I could go on. But I am hosting Thanksgiving dinner.
And as certain as I am that the smoke alarm will announce supper
I am just as certain that there will be an abundance of vintage screenplay quips peppering our conversation.
So today, in addition to counting my blessings of faith and good health, of family and friends…I am especially thankful for the gift of laughter shared between generations, and the fact that there is never a shortage of it around my dinner table.
Inspired by a prompt from