More Pie Please

A couple weeks ago we went into town to get some supper. The restaurant had terrible service and we had to wait and wait for our poor quality food. The boys both had some pie coming with their meal and were running back and forth in anticipation of their pie. Finally the pie arrived on the table. As Ethan was eating his "pie" (a sad helping of pudding with some whipped topping plopped on top and a chunk of candy inside), he looked up at us and said a bit irritated, "When is our pie coming?" I guess it didn't quite measure up to the pie he gets at Grandma Treu's house.