Let's Pretend We're the U.N.

So tonight at dinner, while my kids are fighting (big surprise) and my food is stuck in my throat, I ask them once again, why are they so mean to each other?  Sister says, "it's how siblings bond".  Tonight they are "bonding" over french fries.  The triplet who only eats white food fills his plate with them because he's not going to eat the burgers I made and this makes everybody else protest. 

My 15 year old has an idea.  "Let's pretend we're the U.N. and we're each a country".  I like this game.  I tell him he's "Turkey" because that's the only meat he eats.  My only girl is "Italy" and she likes that because she's our Italian Princess.  The little guys are "Hungary" (little man, big appetite), "Iran" (the guy who never stops moving) and "Iraq" (pronounced "I-Rock", no explanation needed).

Everybody laughs, my food slides down my throat, and I thank God for my Full House.