What are your family’s House Rules?

Our favorite family dinner is my husband’s homemade pizza, thin crust topped with mozzarella and Parmesan. But when that pizza hit the table, the fighting and jealousy would start. Eight little hands would scramble to get the biggest pieces and fill their plates before I had even sat down. One night, frustrated, I exclaimed, “Why are you all so jealous?”

They looked at me stunned, like I was speaking a foreign language. Finally, a little voice came from the end of the table,

“What’s jealous?”