They go out and talk about ministry, vision for the church, outreach, set up, etc.
So Jenny and I decided that we would go out, too.
When we go out we talk about...nothing....because we tend to have my 3 boys in tow.
I say things like,"How was your day...Get up off the floor!
I don't care if there are pennies under the table."
Or "Is work going okay? Your knife is not a sword! Stop playing with the ketchup!"
and things of that nature.
Last night, we ate at the loudest restaraunt in the world.
It was completely scrumptious, but difficult to enjoy any ambience as
Addison kept yelling above the din, "Too yeowd! Too yeowd!" (Too loud! Too loud!)
Jenny, being the fantastic aunt that she is, suggested that we get dessert.
We are always down with dessert. Especially when that dessert is chocolate cake.
We decided to share a piece between the 5 of us.
The waiter assured us it was large.
But, tsgs, you have never seen my children so focused as they were
when that piece of cake arrived. Which, by the way, was not so large.
It was something akin to watching the discovery channel during
shark week when they throw chum in the water for the hungry beasts.
Chocolate-lust filled their eyes and each became amazingly adept at
weilding their cutlery.
Mind you, these are small children who frequently want to use their fingers
to eat yogurt at home because spoons are just too hard.
A clashing of forks ensued, each small boy vying for THE MOST CAKE
consumed in THE LEAST AMOUNT of seconds.
Several times fork tines became violently intertwined.
All attempts at conversation by Jenny and I were abandoned in hopes of securing
a small bit of cake for ourselves.
At one point, I held Jack's fork down with my own and said,
"Back..BACK...BACK! You have had enough cake! Leave the crumbs for Aunt Jenny!"
Because truly, she was trying to use the back of her fork to pick up
some miniscule cake crumbs so she could taste the cake she had so generously bought.
Beads of perspiration popped up on our brows,
so crazed was the chocolate cake frenzy.
Jenny and I only managed 5 1/2 bites of cake between the two of us.
I say "1/2" because a part of a bite of mine dropped on the table and Addison
gobbled it off the table top like a baby vulture.
This all took place in about 57 seconds.
By the time the waiter had set down the cake, crossed the restaurant to take an order
and made his way back to see how we were doing, the cake was gone.
As if holy fire had come down from the restaurant heavens and consumed it.
He stopped at our table and said,
"How are you enjoying your....may I take your plate?"
So we bundled up the kids and headed home, trying to recall the taste of the cake
because it was gulped down so quickly Jenny and I are not sure it actually made contact with our tastebuds.
It's always fun to go out with my sister.
But I believe next time we venture out it will be by ourselves, sans kids.
And we will each get our own piece of cake.