A house full of intention.

One morning, in the not so distant past, Josh and I were sitting, having coffee, when we saw a white flash go by in our hallway.

It was our oldest son, Noah, age 8, dressed in a short sleeve white oxford shirt, white sweatpants, and black running shoes.

Why would our son be dressed all in white?  A boy dressed in white is just inviting disaster.

Josh called him out,  "What are you wearing?  You look like a tobacco farmer from Cuba!"

Noah, understandably, was embarassed by this attention.

He didn't respond so gregarious Ben came to his rescue and explained.   Ben just loves to explain and explain and explain.

"Well, Dad, we were actually going to make you food from our restaurant today."

"Ahhhh!" I exclaimed, "So, Noah, you're the waiter!"

Noah looked even more embarrassed.

"Actually, (Ben loves that word) I was going to be the waiter."

Revelation dawned on me, "Oh, Noah's the chef!"

Yes.  All was clear.  Minutes later a menu was brought out...curiously enough by the chef...and we were presented our dinning options, complete with prices, for the day.

Those seem to be pretty good prices.  Gatorade's a little high, considering the cost of the entree, but all in all, a pretty cheap meal!  

Amazingly enough, we never did order, pay, or eat any of the menu options.  I think the fun was in the planning.  When it came to the follow through, the excitement had worn off.

They sure are cute though.