One family day, as we all (except Graham) sat around the table for a late lunch, I noticed that all eyes were riveted on my hands as I crumbled a granola bar into my fruit-and-yogurt bowl. "Wow," I said, "everyone is staring at my hands."
"It's strangely fascinating," replied my husband, without taking his eyes from my food.
"Yeah," agreed Meg, still riveted.
"Yeah," echoed Matthew, entranced.
"I don't really think so," said Esme cooly, taking a bite of her mac 'n' cheese.
(Es continues to be our independent child, definitely ok with forming her own opinions and sticking to them!)