I spilled milk at every dinner.
The family would all drop their forks
and grab the table cloth edge
to keep the milk from hitting the floor.
I grew up in a large family, seven kids... we had a few more faces, plates and chairs around the table than I'm showing... but, it gives you the idea.
My brother James is the one hiding under the table while the dirty looks are flying.
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Pencil to Digital, fun with my Wacom.