fast-foodA kid asked the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”
‚ÄúWe didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,‚Äù I informed him, ‚ÄúAll the food was slow.‚Äù
‚ÄúC’mon, seriously‚Äù, he prodded, ‚ÄúWhere did you eat?‚Äù
‚ÄúI ate at a place called home”, I explained. ‚ÄúMom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.‚Äù

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t bother to tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.