Daddy Dinner

The girls had dinner out on the lanai in the pouring rain.  They sat at their little checkerboard table with their tiny folding chairs wearing sweatshirts and underwear, while I served them.  On the menu was matzo ball soup, watermelon, cheese slices, bananas, bread, apples and some tasty, tasty water.  They dined while the rain soaked the grass and splashed in the pond.  The thunder rumbled in the distance and the lightning flashed in the sky like a giant, unseen camera bulb.  They giggled and gobbled and smiled and slurped, kicking their bare toes against each other's knees, as I served another matzo ball and refilled their glasses.  I can't picture a finer picnic.