When my mom was on a health kick, she decided to push the limits with our
family of picky eaters. She fixed a soup-like mixture of lentils and barley
that none of us was eager to try.
We dreaded dipping into the grayish goop. We looked at each other, hoping
someone would have the courage to ask Mom if we could skip dinner.
Fortunately, it was four-year-old Katrina's turn to say the blessing, and
she summed up our sentiments perfectly when she prayed, "Dear Lord, please
take us to a restaurant."