Dinner at Lansberrys (Gabrielle)
 My dad, the HHG (High Holy Guy), is in town visiting us and tonight he came to dinner at the Lansberrys. Since he is an honored guest at their house I helped Theresa and Raquel clean before dinner and did not break any brooms. The children minus Moriah, Noah and Justice ate outside and my father mostly watched as we carried on a very normal conversation. We talked about albino bad guys, the Neo-Puritan view of the regulative principle of worship and identifying children’s cries. Elsie came in with a splinter in her finger and I told her a story with much audience participation about a dog named Rover who borrowed his friend Emily the Canary’s wings and flew to the library on Saturn. The splinter came out and Elsie was fine after a time. James read an excerpt from Calvin’s Institutes and then Seth used his gift of interpretation to explain it to me with the ear infection who hadn’t quite heard. James threw water at Seth and Seth threw water at James, though I don’t remember why. Noah bopped around and was adorable and my father had a good time. It was a very successful evening.
I think it had to do with Seth defining the word ‘overture’, though I don’t remember at which point in the conversation James starting throwing water. I do remember clearly that when James held up the water to throw, Seth put on his expression that says, “Reconsider what you’re doing, because you’re about to get into seriously big trouble.” I never pay attention to that expression either.
Raquel is correct. My tossing of the water was preceded only briefly by “that look.”
Though I will defend my brother’s honesty in communication with that look, though, since I threw a partial *glass* of water at him while he chose a *pitcher* as his weapon. :0)
I’m pretty sure I got more wet than he–but I had dry clothing upstairs, it being my house and all.