We eat dinner as soon as my father comes home each night. Because he wants dinner time to be family time, we take our meals together as much as we can. Mom says that, since we can, we should treasure this time together before our lives become busier and our schedules diverge. On auto trips we pull the car over wherever we can to have a picnic beside the road, and when no convenient place presents itself, we have food fights in the car until Dad crashes the car and we all perish in a horrendous fireball.