This plays off yesterday’s parenting post. Stay strong all.
When my husband and I turned our home into an insane asylum (we cared for over 300 troubled teenagers, 6 at a time, each needing short-term foster care), this was our Thursday night tradition:
Actually, there were two traditions. The first tradition applied every night – everyone had to come to the dinner table . You didn’t have to eat, but you had to stay quietly in your seat until everyone else had finished eating.
The second tradition: Thursday night was laugh night. Every one had to contribute something to laugh about. Two rules: No ethnic jokes but Martian jokes aloud. No dirty words. You could pass and some nights only David and I told jokes.
The incentive to get the kids participating? David had the well-worn and very long shaggy dog joke about a 800 pound gorilla; he would tell…
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