My husband and I both work full-time so we stress the importance of "family dinners" together. My husband is a great conversationalist (when I just want to shove food in...the nerve!) and has developed some conversation starter games for family dinnertime. Some of our favorite games we play are: "Who had the best day?" (everyone takes turns telling why their day was the best day and then we vote...it's usually a tie with everyone getting a vote), or "What would you pick" (person is given 3 choices: ie. what princess would you be: Jasmine, Cinderella, or Sleeping Beauty or where would you rather live: Washington, New York, or Mississippi)...you get the picture. Tonight we played a new game, guess what Jackson will be when he grows up: we took turns guessing what job he would have when he grew up (fireman, pizza delivery man), where he would live (Jacksonville, in a jungle, Mexico), what his wife's name would be (Katie, Cameron - we had to take a break and remind Emmy once again that Jackson will not be able to marry his sisters)
The conversation then segued into what Emmy's husband name will be ("Quinton", the boy's name is really Trenton, but Emmy calls him Quinton and that's that!) This is the boy that the older kids dared her to kiss in school last year (Mommy & Daddy were not happy about this). Emmy has been in love ever since and plans on marrying Quinton/Trenton. Emmy then asked who was Daddy's girlfriend when he was six and Daddy promptly recited her first and last name. It was then my turn and I primly (because that's what I am) responded that I didn't even like boys until I was 12...but I did share with them that I was married in a fort behind my neighbor's house when I was 6 to my next door neighbor who was my super powered partner in crime. I then made the mistake of admitting my superhero name ("Pretty Kelly") which had them rolling on the floor. The clincher was Emmy saying, "What was his superhero name, Charming Charlie?" or something along those lines...Why do I share again?