As we were sitting down at a restaurant the other day, the server said. “Thank you, your server’s name is Sarah. She’ll be here in just a moment.”

For some reason, the idea of knowing the server’s name before she showed up struck me as funny. I leaned across the table to the boys. “Hey, our waitress’s name is Sarah. Let’s all say ‘Hi Sarah!’ when she gets here. Okay?”

They grinned. “Yeah!” and “Okay, Daddy!”

Their momma rolled her eyes.

It took Sarah a little while to get to us. We were in the middle of coloring when she showed up. Our 4-year old looked up as she arrived, and before she could say anything, he shouted “Hi Sarah!” with a big old grin.

Sarah was, as you might imagine, quite surprised. She blushed and giggled. “Well, hello to you too. How are you?”

He grinned. “Good. I’m four.”

She laughed, took our drink orders, told us the soup of the day and started to walk away.

“Wait! Wait!” Our six year old had just looked up from his coloring and was shouting at her to wait.

She stopped and came back to our table. “Yes?”

“What’s your name again?”

Whoops. Score one for the younger brother.