Our friends Jenny and Andy have figured out ways to get their two daughters talking (a lot!) during dinner. Here, Andy shares their five brilliant conversation starters...
The whole concept of family dinner, if you think about it, is pretty elemental: you gather around a table in the waning hours, you and yours, and eat some grub, converse about your day and, if you’re lucky, life its ownself. But sometimes—or, most of the time—our dinners can resemble not so much a family of four eating in the kitchen of our Dutch colonial but a pre-verbal gathering of primitive hominids on the veldt, hunched over a large rock, devouring the day’s kill with frightening, brutal efficiency—quick, before somebody steals it!—and doing it all through a silence punctured only by occasional lip smacks and grunts of pleasure. In other words, getting dinner on the table often feels like the easy part; it’s the conversing and communicating—the family part of family dinner—that often prove more elusive. And, okay, if you insist on greater specificity, it’s our ability to get our children to SPEAK TO US that is often very much in doubt.
Does this exchange sound familiar to you?
“What’d you do today?”
“What’d you do today?
“What’d you do today?”
“Mmm, I don’t remember.”
“What’d you do today?”
“I need ketchup.”
Over the past few years, we’ve devised a few techniques to deal with this situation, ways to prod and cajole Phoebe and Abby into sharing and prompting and interacting—or, at the barest minimum, stopping for a moment to look up and acknowledge something beyond the food on their plates...
The most consistently successful of all our methods. Each family member has to share one thing from their day that made them mad, one thing that made them sad, and one thing that made them glad. In addition to initiating some real conversation (we rarely make it all the way around the table, once the kids get going) this has the welcome benefit of clueing you into some things in your kids’ lives—anxieties, accomplishments, mean girls at camp, math difficulties, and the always-telling lunch table politics—that they might otherwise have locked away in a drawer and let fester.
The Negative Assertion
This doesn’t deliver the kind of sustained, substantive conversation you get with Mad Sad Glad, but it often helps break the ice and get some dinnertime energy flowing. Kids love to prove their parents wrong—or, at least, my kids love to prove me wrong—so I’ll offer up an observation that I know is untrue, and wait for the kids to set the record straight. Like this one, from a beautiful, clear summer evening about a week ago:
Me: “I can’t believe you had to stay inside all day at camp today because of the weather.”
Abby: “No we didn’t!”
Me: “Man, that must have been so boring.”
Phoebe: “We were outside all day! We hiked down to the river, and had lunch under the poison ivy tree, and..."
Other options: Why do you think Ms. Tuman decided to skip math lessons today? I can’t believe nobody said a word on the bus on the way home this afternoon. Do you guys ever wonder how an ostrich flies? So Mommy tells me you guys hate soccer now…
Talk About Yourself (And Let Them Jump In)
My own life doesn’t always strike me as riveting, but you’d be surprised at what kids get into. An example: a year or so ago, I was working on a story about a disaster at a big coal plant in Tennessee. A huge containment pond collapsed, unleashing millions of gallons of toxic sludge known as coal ash. An entire town was buried. Streams, because of the heavy metals in the sludge, were contaminated. The prospect of cleanup was like a sick joke. Hardly kid fodder, right? They couldn’t get enough! Almost two years later, they still ask about this, and want me to tell the whole “coal story” again. I even had to tell it to one of Abby’s friends, who was sleeping over. Seriously. Possible moral of story: we’re not as boring as we think we are?
The Misdirection Play
I hardly ever get an answer when I ask my kids something directly. (“What did you do at school today?”) Similar to the Negative Assertion approach, I find it helps to take the pressure off a little by asking them to tell a story about someone else. But maybe don’t phrase it quite so overtly. Phrase it like this: “So [your kid’s name here], tell me about this new friend of yours, [new friend name here]. Does she have long hair? Does she like watching Boomerang? At recess, is she a cop or a robber?” Bet you anything your kid responds, and when he/she does, you’ve got them right where you want them. You can take the conversation anywhere from there.
The Awkward Silence
Join forces with your husband or wife and resolve to say nothing, not a word. Kids can’t hack it. They fill the silence. (Only downside: our six-year-old usually fills it by saying, “Poop on a poop on a poop poop poop.”)
The Nuclear Option
To be deployed only in truly desperate situations: “Okay, if you guys don’t start telling me about your days, we’re not having s’mores tonight.” This one has never failed—and believe me, we’ve wielded it way more than we should ever admit.
Thank you so much, Jenny and Andy! What do you guys think? Any other tips you have for starting conversations with little dudes? Are your kids chatty at dinner? Love the negative assertion tip, and it totally works with Toby whenever I've tried it:)
(I'm excited to say that my friend Jenny Rosenstrach is a new contributor to Cup of Jo. I'll be featuring one or two posts of hers every month. Some will be my favorite old posts from her blog, Dinner: A Love Story (syndicated with her permission, of course), which I'd love to share with those of you who haven't yet read them; some will be excerpts from her wonderful cookbook/memoir Dinner: A Love Story; some will be sneak peeks from her upcoming book (can't wait!), and some will be original posts that she writes for Cup of Jo. I hope you love her writing as much as I do.)
P.S. 20 surprising parenting tips, and French kids eat everything.
(Middle two photos by Jennifer Causey. This post originally appeared in 2010 on Dinner: A Love Story, and was written by Jenny's husband, Andy, who contributes to her blog sometimes, and was reprinted with Jenny's permission)