We were eating dinner with my mother at the country club tonight (not that I think that’s some chichi thing, cos really this is a small town– but I do like it) and we ran into the former pastor of my mom’s Lutheran church. He and his wife truly are wonderful people and we talked to them for quite a while. They live across the state and we haven’t seen them for about twelve years.

So I think that was the subtext on my mother’s mind when the waitress asked her if we’d all had the buffet or if anyone had just the salad bar. Mom answered, “Oh, that’s right, I hadn’t thought of that. I think Dylan had only salad. After all, he is our avowed……… (I can see her searching for the word) atheist.” “Yes,” I said, “he only eats Christians.”

Oddly enough, my son’s not even a vegetarian. He was just being pissy about eating cos he didn’t want to go to the country club.