There’s always take-away
DH and I hosted a dinner party the other night. There were 20 people coming so – don’t judge me, you know I’m no foodie – I had it catered. In one way, it was nice because there wasn’t much for me to do besides make sure the tables were laid out nicely and the garden looked pretty, but that didn’t stop me from worrying, at about 4pm, that the chef might not turn up – not to mention actually bring the food I’d ordered.
“Oh well,” I said, after twitching the shutters to look for the catering truck for the nth time, “I suppose if the chef doesn’t come we could always order take-away …”
“Take-away?” asked DS. “I’ve been learning about take-away at school!”
Wow, I thought. Nutrition already. He’s only four.
“What have you learned about take-away?” I asked, imagining something along the lines of how unhealthy a diet of take-away food is.
“Hmm…” said DS, putting on his concentrating face. “We learned that 10 take-away seven is three.”