Dinner at the Table. With Napkins.
The other day, a friend said to me, "You and your husband have grown-up dinner together after the kids are in bed? How elegant!" I think she was picturing some sort of fish, salad and wine situation. In truth—and this pains me to admit—it's usually more like cereal on the couch while we both surf the Internet and distractedly converse about which chores can't be ignored any longer. But what if we had a grown-up dinner, without secretly trying to Get Something Done?