we were all sitting around the table enjoying the meal my wife cooked up. The boy, sometimes picky, was not eating any carbohydrates whatsoever. In the midst of nibbling on his food he said, “I don’t know why, but there isn’t much chicken on these bones.” I looked at him. Thought for a second. Then I replied, “there better not be any chicken on those pork ribs.”
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