best and worst

In our family, when we sit down at the table to have dinner, everyone shares what their best and worst of the day was. Many times answers are pretty generic, but I like that it opens things up for discussion. Like the other night Megan confessed that she got a yellow card at school because she ran in the hall (quick recap: green card is good, yellow is a warning, red is bad). She didn't mention it to me before her turn sharing "worst," so it made me feel like she felt more comfortable putting it out there that way. So of course we talked about it, consequences for behavior at school, etc. It took Brooke a long time to understand that "worst" meant bad. No matter how many times I tried to explain it to her, she'd inevitable say something like, "My best was that Mommy and I made jello, and my WORST was that Daddy came home for dinner!"
Poor Daddy.
Last night's bests and worsts:
Alex - best: someone broke their arm at the basketball game and it was really cool (nice.) worst: he had to clean all of the GARBAGE out of his room before he could play a video game.
Megan - best: she made a plan to bake and sell cookies with her friend to raise money for the victims of Haiti. worst: We didn't have pink piggy ham for dinner and she didn't get the blue car when she was playing Barbies even though she called it first.
Brooke - best: she got the blue car while playing Barbies. worst: Megan wouldn't let her use the pencil sharpener, and Mommy only played four games of Hi-Ho the Cherry-O before dinner.