As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, a contented family embarked on their journey back from the tranquil shores of Table Rock Lake. Hunger tugged at their senses, leading them to Lambert's Cafe, a rustic haven renowned for hearty meals and a unique tradition.

With the scent of comfort food wafting through the air, the family settled into Lambert's Cafe, their appetites piqued by the anticipation of a scrumptious dinner. Among them was little Lincoln, an observant 3 year old whose eyes sparkled with curiosity. A spectacle soon unfolded before him, captivating his young heart: a waiter expertly tossing fluffy rolls through the air, drawing laughter from every corner of the bustling eatery.

Enchanted by the spectacle, Lincoln couldn't tear his gaze away from the airborne rolls. His desire to partake in this game of culinary catch bubbled within him like a delightful secret. The urge grew stronger until he turned to his family, his eyes wide with determination. His plea was simple: he wanted to experience the thrill of snatching a roll mid-flight. Encouraged by his family's laughter and support, Lincoln's yearning transformed into a plan.

When the waiter returned for another round of roll-tossing, Lincoln was ready. With his heart racing and excitement dancing in his eyes, he raised his little hands high into the air, a beacon of eagerness amidst the sea of diners. His big sister Madison, a source of both guidance and mischief, couldn't resist offering a tip to enhance his odds. "Higher!" she tells him.

In that serendipitous moment, fate conspired with the mischievous spirits of the café. As Lincoln's hands reached for the heavens, he found himself locking eyes with the very waiter who had become the ringmaster of this airborne bread ballet. A sly smile played on the waiter's lips as he twirled a roll between his fingers, gauging the distance and angle with a seasoned precision.

Then, with a graceful flick of his wrist, the waiter propelled the roll toward Lincoln. Time seemed to slow as the doughy projectile sailed through the air. And then, in a testament to youthful enthusiasm and perfect timing, Lincoln's outstretched hands met the roll in mid-air, his fingers curling around the warm, fluffy prize. Cheers erupted from all corners of the café, a harmonious chorus celebrating this unexpected victory.

We were leaving Table Rock Lake with our family and decided to stop by Lambert’s Cafe for dinner on the way home. Lincoln thought the waiter tossing rolls was so funny and watched for a while. He really wanted to try to catch a roll so we told him to put his hands in the air when he came around again. The waiter who was tossing the rolls came around, Madison, Lincoln’s big sister told him to put his hands higher and then they made eye contact. The waiter tossed the perfect toss to him and he caught it. We all got so excited, the entire area was cheering! It was such a fun night at the home of the throwed rolls.