Dinner With Daddy

Tonight at dinner we had a great example of some of the craziness that takes place around our table.   A simple thing like knocking over a glass of milk can turn into a psychologist’s dream session. My youngest, Sticky Buns, knocked over his glass spilling a few drops of milk onto the table.   For some reason when any of our children knock over a glass or spill anything, you would think that they had just caused a nuclear spill to rival Chernobyl, based on their reaction.   It has always been that way, ever since those little Buns came out of the oven(so to speak). So, as Sticky Buns is wiping up the few droplets that had hit the table, I made the comment, “Don’t cry over spilt milk.”   Mini Buns, my 10 year old, followed that immediately with, “But if it’s wine, you should whine.   That’s what Oma says.”   “Oma says the Campbell ghost spills your wine.” Brȍtchen, my Mother-in-law, often regales us with stories of her family ghost, The Campbell ghost, knocking pictures off of wal