Easter Brunch

Ethan stood at the buffet table looking lost.

"What's wrong, Ethan?" I asked.  His plate was filled with assorted pastries.

"I'm looking for lunch," he said.

"What?"

"I'm looking for lunch," he repeated.

My brain could not compute.

"What?" I asked again, certain that I had misheard him.

He looked up at me with the exasperated expression of someone trying to explain something complicated to someone so stupid.

"I'm looking for lunch.  You know, the hot dogs and stuff," he said.

Oh!  Because brunch is breakfast...and lunch.  Gotcha.

Yeah...no.

- 31 March 2013