Asian Buffet

The kids are all in our red van in the parking lot of the church. Shelly is still in the church counting. This could keep her ten minutes or a half hour, but today we drove separately, because of praise team, so it doesn't matter. There is still some planning do. Lunch.

My parents stop me in the lot. We talk as we dodge cars of those who were quicker to get out of the building. Perhaps they are hungrier than us. My mom asks what we are planning for lunch. I tell her Shelly is counting and I need to get food. Her question, though, is really a clue telling me they want to go out to eat together.

In spite of the additional cost and us working to save money, this offer is one I find hard to resist. I tell my parents to wait and walk back into the church. Inside the church Amy and Shelly have deduced what is going on to the point that when I ask if Shelly wants to go out they give each other high fives. On one hand they have that annoying smugness, which I think should be my domain alone. On the other hand, it means we will be going out to eat.

In just a moment, after the several short conversations it takes get back out the door, I am outside my parents van. I let them know Shelly is almost done. We each have stops to make before we can eat, but we are on our way.

I can already taste the crab rangoons.