Chinese Waiter

After church yesterday, we went to Hunan Chef for lunch. The waiter who took our order
did not speak very good English. The guy who served our food and refilled our drinks, however, was quite fluent in our language.

I didn't realize the fluent waiter had barely walked away when Joel said, "He must have used Rosetta Stone."

We all cracked up.

The guy returned in a few minutes with more rice, and asked if everything was okay, and did we want more tea, he'd bring a new pot. We said more tea would be great, thanks. He headed to the kitchen.

Joel piped up again, "Yeh, that guy DEFINITELY used Rosetta Stone!"

No Plastic Edges, Please

I sort of overcooked an overeasy egg for Joel a while back. You know how the membrane gets a bit crisp and crusty when that happens?

Well, when I served it, he examined it, scowled, and then asked sweetly, "May I please have one without plastic edges?"

Christian Meal

Joel and I sat down to the simplest of favorite comfort foods for lunch yesterday: Kraft Macaroni & Cheese.

After three bites, his eyes sparkle at me across the table.

"Mmm," he said. "This is one good Christian meal."

Source of Skill

A few days ago Joel and I were cooking together.

"Mom, how did you learn to cook so well?"

"From practicing a long time."

"Oh. I thought it was from reading cookbooks."

Ice Cream Cone

By 5 pm, Joel was my only kid home this Friday. Ben was snowboarding, Sarah was at work, Stephen was staying over at Eric's.

I felt like treating Joel to something special.

"How about ice cream?" he said, as we drove a familiar route to Broom's Blooms Dairy.
He was thrilled. Ice cream BEFORE dinner! But as we drove , he kept getting sleepier, and I kept asking, "you want to go home instead?" He kept saying no.

We pulled into the lot and I said, "Do you still want me to get you an ice cream cone?"

"I want the ice cream, too!" he said.