Football and Greek Food
Sunday, June 27, 2010
It was Puck’s first day at Sunday School. And he managed to come through it in a fine way. He even learned about manna. And, for the first time in a very long time, Collette sat in on an adult Sunday School class. Ancient and Medieval Church History.
Meanwhile, in OLeif’s class, Henri asked all the kids to give their names and what they ate for breakfast. Everyone else stated the usual, until it came to Francis.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Nothing!” Henri exclaimed. “But that’s the most important meal of the day.”
“Well… I guess I did have some bread at church,” Francis replied.
“Oh, ok. That’s good.”
“At communion.”
Back at the house, a light afternoon until the Argentine-Mexican match began at 1:30. But not before Francis begged accompaniment to the fireworks stand.
“No,” said Rose, “God says thou shall not buy explosives on Sunday.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“In Deuteronomy.”
Meanwhile, Linnea-Irish departed for AHG camp, which would end on Wednesday.
After Argentina pounded through another match, winning 3-1 against Mexico, everyone sat around to discuss where they were taking Rose for her birthday dinner. They settled on Spirro’s, because Rose loved lamb.
“We should drop off Francis at youth group first,” said Carrie. “He eats too much.”
“Yeah,” Rose agreed. “We’ll dump him off there first.”
“Hey!” Francis exclaimed, chowing through a bag of popcorn.
“You wouldn’t want to go to a Greek restaurant,” Carrie assured him. “They make you wear a toga and a wreath of leaves.”
“And they’ll sit down next to you and tell you all about Greece,” Mom added.
“And they’ll make you sit by girls,” Rose agreed.
“Wha? Is this a joke?” Francis asked, still stuffing down the popcorn.
“We can’t bring you,” said Rose. “You’re too expensive.”
“What’s going on in here?” Dad asked, walking into the room.
“We can’t bring Francis,” said Rose. “It’s already going to cost like seventeen dollars a plate…”
“Seventeen dollars a plate!” Dad exclaimed dramatically. “Ohhhh noooo!” And he laughed. “So what’s the problem?”
“Basically, they don’t want to bring Francis because he eats too much,” Collette explained.
“Oh, then don’t bring him,” said Dad with a grin.
“But I’m hungry!” said Francis. “I could eat a donkey! They serve that there, right?”
An half hour later, they arrived at Spirro’s, all included. Francis was grateful. Particularly when a giant plate of pork chops was set before him. And Rose got her lamb. Collette couldn’t help but order up the gyro and ‘Greek fries’. Puck sampled things from her plate and OLeif’s and sat like a little gentleman at his seat behind the glassware and chinaware. And Carrie tried to decide if one of the servers was ‘New Slava’, a former co-worker from Serbia. The delicious meal ended with baklava. On the house.
And on the way home, the skies lit up with bolts of light over violet rolls of storm.