We were at a dinner party with family and extended family recently. Our grown sons were there, as well as some people we had not seen for several months. One member present has never caught on about inappropriate topics of discussion or language for that matter, when children are present. I am one of, (I believe) the last handful of people on earth who think that children should get to be children for as long as possible. When the boys were small, I would remind our family member that “there are ears at the table.” That always quieted him down.
The evening was progressing nicely, the dinner, delicious, when the conversation grew quite lively over a particular aspect of the coming election. Nearly everyone had joined in the heated discussion, when from Sam & his cousin’s end of the table, we hear in that clear, crisp voice….yes, think of the pharmacy story….he said “Excuse me! There are EARS at the table.” That stopped everyone where they sat. The instigator of the story was quiet the rest of the evening.