My parents were too busy for dinner etiquette. I know my manners (I think) but we almost always ate in front of the TV in the living room since we were old enough to be trusted not to make a huge mess. Usually food was set out on the kitchen counter and it was serve yourself. Cleaning up after was almost always a fight. Napkin in my lap I almost never do, for some reason I just don't like it. The knife and fork thing is something else I didn't pick up. We were expected to eat all of our veggies, or most of them atleast, but if we didn't finish our food that was fine. I think its a horrible thing to be taught to finish your plate, you should stop when you're no longer hungry, if you eat until you're "full" thats actually overeating I've heard. Lack of drinking is also an odd habit we had at meals, we just didn't make sure to have a beverage at the table. When we ate with a friend's family, the mom made us kids drink milk with our dinner which is disgusting to me.
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