Last night, we had dinner over at the Nedunchelian's house. Bharath is my boss at work -- technically, he is an Initiative Manager which the rest of the world calls a project manager. Anyhow, he is a very nice guy and he invited the team over for dinner. So, our family (kids included) came over as well as Joe Warmelink and Chris Yoder. Joe did not come with his wife and Chris is in the midst of the dating scene still -- he is only a year or so removed from college.
The food was great. Bharath's wife -- whose name I won't even attempt to type -- made a fantastic meal of Indian food. She prepared about six different dishes. Each was excellent and the spicing was very good; spicy but not hiccup inducing for me.
The boys played very well with Bharath's children. Luca -- who was very tired on the way over --warmed quickly to Bharath's son Ritwick (sp.?) who was very happy to have friends over. The two of them played together pretty much the rest of the night -- about 3 hours.
Mateos took an hour or so to decide he wanted to be involved in the action. At first, he just played with a huge bouncy ball by himself for awhile. But once he joined in, he had an excellent time too. One of the more amusing moments of the evening came when Mateos asked Ritwick his name. Mateos didn't understand it the first time so he had him repeat it. I was standing there and I did not want Mateos to say something that might make Ritwick feel uncomfortable so I told Mateos "Ritwick is Indian. It is not an unusual name for an Indian boy." Mateos looked at Ritwick, pointed and said with some amount of amazement -- "your Indian?" Apparently, he has not yet picked up on the common physical characteristics of Indians.
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