I still haven't got the knack of putting the conversation bubbles in the right order!
Although George had dyspraxia, we didn't know at the time, so I followed the rules and let him eat by himself, which was terribly messy. He needed a good long soak to get the Weetabix out of the crevices and his hair every day. I remember that at least half of his food accidents were just plain naughty throwing and playing. Sigh.
I was happy to let Jim cook in those days, although even then I had reservations about us eating separately from the children. We couldn't have done much about it because Jim didn't get home until after they were in bed most evenings. Dinner was an important relaxation time for him so I let it slide until it became the norm. We ate together at the weekends and on holiday, but it was always a bit stressful. Kids simply don't enjoy long leisurely meals. I wonder how the Italians do it?