Sometimes I make parenting decisions that make me wonder whether some day I might find myself saying to the two year old, “Hey, buddy, would you just grab that running chain saw and bring it over here? No, it’s the one next to the super sharp knife.” Last night’s questionable decision was suggesting that we eat dinner in the family room so the kids could continue to watch the football game. (My judgment may have been a bit clouded by the fact that the kids were actually interested in a football game. It may have been clouded by the fact that I was interested in the football game. Most likely it was clouded by the scent of porky deliciousness in the air.) Approximately 168 iterations of “Stop watching TV and eat!” and 33 floor-bound pieces of carnitas and corn later, it was clear this was a questionable parenting decision. (OK, it was clear long before that.) It may not be as bad as that whole running chainsaw thing, but it’s a step closer than I’d like to be.