I'll Have

An adventure for our family is to get on the streetcar (any direction), find a restaurant (not difficult in NOLA), and eat lunch or dinner. Today, we visited a place we'd been before--Louisiana Pizza Kitchen. (Italian food in New Orleans? It's not a far stretch as lots of Italians and Sicilians immigrated here.)

We got our menus, which Finwe began to read. He at least knows that letters make words and that he should read those. He told us what he wanted, so we let him order. Just as the waiter arrived at the table, Finwe unwrapped his utensils. As he usually does, he waved his knife around; it's his way of asking for us to take it. The waiter said with panache, "I'll take that."

Finwe thanked the waiter and ordered. "I'll have noodles, and cheese pizza, and chicken nuggets."

Jason, the waiter, leaned close to my son. "Which one would you like most?"

"Ummm, chicken nuggets."

"And, would you like barbeque sauce or ketchup with your chicken nuggets?"

"Ketchup, please."

By the end of the meal, Finwe had some of Inwe's noodles, Larien's pizza, and his own chicken nuggets.