Lunchtime at our house

Sam crawls into a box, gets stuck, bounces and yells to get out. Mom heats up leftovers from Bucca takeout (yum!). Sam crawls up 2-step stool in the bathroom and tries on the towel. Mom says a quick prayer for lunch and starts to shovel in food. I always feel like I have a 30 second window to eat and I'm hungry. "We forgot bounty!" yells Patrick. "Bounty! We forgot bounty Mommy!" Isaac chimes in. What is this, a pirate ship? Sam crawls to Patrick and tries to pull his plate off the table. "Bounty, we forgot bounty!" They speak clearly enough I shouldn't be having this problem. I scoop up Sam so he can join us in his high chair, Issac gives him some spaghetti. "Pounty? Boaty? What?" I offer, still trying to slurp down spaghetti. "Bown-tee!" they both correct me. Ah. "Bless us, oh Lord, for these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord." Much crossing latter, everyone is content to eat. "Bucca guy makes good chicken!" states Isaac.