At our house, it was breakfast, dinner, and supper. Reminds me of the time we were invited to a friend of my dad's house, to come to dinner on a Sunday. We hurried home from church after Sunday School, changed clothes, then drove 50 miles to the friend's home. We were very hungary, but we had to wait until 6:00 p.m. to eat because the friend was English and his wife was Irish....Dinner was in the evening, and they entertained us until then. Their kids were brats, and all 4 of us kids were expected to be angels. And for the most part, we were. I don't remember any of us getting in trouble that day.