Families say they usually do. And the statistics prove both. All of it. The words conjure up images of a smiling June Cleaver in an apron, serving Wally and the Beav mashed potatoes. Today's dinners consist of restaurant leftovers warmed up in the microwave and eaten in shifts between soccer practice and piano lessons.
Nobody eats dinner together anymore and it's all the TV's fault.
Well, that's what I thought when I began writing this story, anyway. If everyone's sitting in front of the television during prime time, I figured, families obviously are not sitting around the table talking. As this story idea was shaping up, I asked every mother I spoke to about her family's dinner habits. This did not fit my thesis. I was not deterred, however.