"MOM!" I yell from the base of the stairs. "I am going out."
She peers down the stairs. "Lock the door and set the alarm on your way out."
"When will you be back?" She asks. I am now tying my shoes.
"I will be late." I reply. "I am going out with T and E."
"Shall I put food out for you?"
(Haha. Put food out. Like a cat. We put the food out for our cats. And now, apparently me.)
"No." I answer. "We are going to this Indian restaurant, Babur, ..."
"INDIAN restaurant?" Mom makes a face. "I don't know why you kids want to waste money on an INDIAN restaurant. After all, you can eat that stuff here, right at home!"