Lynn's Comments: My brother and I had eating lessons. Our mom sat us at the table with a yardstick down the backs of our shirts to keep us sitting up straight. Then, with a children’s book under each arm, we ate using the fork and knife a certain way, taking small bites and chewing well. She monitored the entire meal. When it was over, we’d grumble about how stupid it all was. Later, as we went on dates and had meals with employers, we realized how valuable that instruction was!