Zoë: Dad, what’s for dinner?
Me: You’re sitting right next to it. I told you that you’d see it again.
I made a nod towards the bag from Panera. The bag from Panera containing the uneaten portions of sandwiches and soup that were left over from lunch. The kids had begged for something to eat and were beside themselves with excitement when we stopped to pick up the soup and sandwiches.
They ate practically nothing.
Zia, whom I thought was sleeping, chimed up from the back seat: Well, in my world again means tomorrow!
(We had spaghetti.)