Good Eaters

Since my dad is a famous, famous artist his work is hosted in a fancy art gallery show every year.  And every year we kids go to support him.
And while we're there we also do our best to support the catering.
We're a supportive bunch. 

Our family is full of what we euphemistically call "good eaters".  Unfortunately, our reputation is spreading.  When we siblings and spouses arrived together at the show, we overheard the owner of the art gallery nervously say, "Oh, here are the artist's kids."  Then to us with a plastic smile,  "We should have enough food left for you."  

We were so embarrassed that we momentarily considered not eating at all.  

That moment passed, and we made our way to the food:  

brie, salmon, fruit, desserts...

We weren't even tempered by the fact that we had just come from an Italian restaurant where we had already been really good eaters.  (It was my mom's suggestion that we eat before we come).

When we left, my brother said, "Is anyone still hungry?"

We were like, "Really?  Why?"

He said, "I took some food for the ride home." 

We looked over in giggling shock to see him pull brownies out of his pockets!

Yep.  

We really are good eaters!