Sometimes I look around the dinner table and think, Where am I? How did I get here?
Instead of the face of a child, I see feet.
I say nothing as I am too busy sitting upright, eating my own heavenly New Hampshire corn, to think about hanging upside down under the table. I don't know why I even bother to serve food on plates as throwing the food at the children under the table would be just as satisfying on both ends, don't you think? Oh...but there's that word, civility. Even in a zoo, the animals must be trained.