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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 190 of 307 In no time at all Sarah called into the living area, "Okay, kids. Let's have dinner." Alii toddled over and climbed into a chair. Rhythm jumped into the chair to my right and scooted it a little close, "I'm sitting next to the Vulcan!" "I am not Spock." Sarah smiled. "I know that." He said. "Rhythm," Sarah looked at him. "Shall we teach Nephi our blessing?" He held his hand out to me, "We hold hands!" The four of us leaned forward around the small circular table and held hands and the three of them chanted, "Yum Yum, thanks for the grub! Yeah God!" "What do you think?" "I think it covers it." We had finished the dinner and were all seated on the sofa, Sarah at one end, me at the other, the kids sprawled in the middle, and well into our second Trekisode. I can't take credit for the word. It was Rhythm's. He was the sharpest four year old I had ever met and I was deeply convinced that Sarah had some good genes racing around inside her. c "This is the one where Kirk is a woman," Rhythm shouted. |