Representing the “Average Americans” enjoying themselves on a Sunday afternoon Family Picnic, the Father of two young lads suddenly found the Boys hovering under his feet as he was trying desperately to convert Fresh Paddies of wholesome Ground Beef and the likewise distinctly fragrant Hot Dogs into something Hot, Edible for them. He was very cheerfully flipping Hamburgers and rolling the Dogs around on his well worn, flaming Charcoal Grill. But given that pleasant pastime setting, he was quite surprised to see the kids looking so... ‘Down in the Mouth”.
“What’s the matter with YOU Two..?” their Dad asked and the elder Boy replied with some hesitation, “Well Geez, Dad ...We’re STARVIN'...!”. The Head of Household cast his eyes over towards where his Wife was just a short distance away. Then, under the shade of his flattened hand, held horizontally to shield his eyes from the bright afternoon Sun… he gestured with his Silver Spatula like one of The Three Musketeers over towards their Mother. She seemed so very happy and quite busy while attending their Picnic Spread; an amazing, well prepared Dinner for everyone ...with all the Trimmings.
The Old Man glanced back to the Boys and said, “Well Goodness Gracious, Guys… Look at all that Food your Mom has gone to so much trouble to prepare for us...” It was then that the younger of the two lads who crooked his little Index Finger and sheepishly coaxed his Dad to bend over so he could whisper something into his Father’s ear. He sheepishly complained “We KNOW Dad… and we don’t WANT to hurt her feelings…Really”.
The Man broke from the spell of his Master Chef activities by setting aside his cooking implements and kneeling down with a matching look of concern on his face, he arrived Eye to Eye with his sons. He inquired...” Well Kip...What do you mean, Son? Don’t you like ANY of the stuff she’s brought along? I mean… Look at all of that Food! She’s got Fresh Potato Salad and Macaroni and Cheese… Some Deviled Eggs for me... and plenty of nice Sandwiches and Cold Soda for you and your Brother. Look there, she even brought along some of your Favorite Apple Pie!”
The older Boy crouched down and chimed in very insistently with his Kid Brother, saying, “Yeah...We KNOW that Dad, But...” Right then, his Little Kid Brother impulsively whispered loudly...” Yes… We LIKE all of Mom’s cooking at home MOST of the time...But whenever she comes out HERE… She Puts ANTS in the Food, Dad!”
“What’s the matter with YOU Two..?” their Dad asked and the elder Boy replied with some hesitation, “Well Geez, Dad ...We’re STARVIN'...!”. The Head of Household cast his eyes over towards where his Wife was just a short distance away. Then, under the shade of his flattened hand, held horizontally to shield his eyes from the bright afternoon Sun… he gestured with his Silver Spatula like one of The Three Musketeers over towards their Mother. She seemed so very happy and quite busy while attending their Picnic Spread; an amazing, well prepared Dinner for everyone ...with all the Trimmings.
The Old Man glanced back to the Boys and said, “Well Goodness Gracious, Guys… Look at all that Food your Mom has gone to so much trouble to prepare for us...” It was then that the younger of the two lads who crooked his little Index Finger and sheepishly coaxed his Dad to bend over so he could whisper something into his Father’s ear. He sheepishly complained “We KNOW Dad… and we don’t WANT to hurt her feelings…Really”.
The Man broke from the spell of his Master Chef activities by setting aside his cooking implements and kneeling down with a matching look of concern on his face, he arrived Eye to Eye with his sons. He inquired...” Well Kip...What do you mean, Son? Don’t you like ANY of the stuff she’s brought along? I mean… Look at all of that Food! She’s got Fresh Potato Salad and Macaroni and Cheese… Some Deviled Eggs for me... and plenty of nice Sandwiches and Cold Soda for you and your Brother. Look there, she even brought along some of your Favorite Apple Pie!”
The older Boy crouched down and chimed in very insistently with his Kid Brother, saying, “Yeah...We KNOW that Dad, But...” Right then, his Little Kid Brother impulsively whispered loudly...” Yes… We LIKE all of Mom’s cooking at home MOST of the time...But whenever she comes out HERE… She Puts ANTS in the Food, Dad!”