The other night I was cooking dinner for the Sons--I had already fed Hubby, early, so he could go practice w/the soon-to-be-named band. Dinner included sauteed chicken.
It is summer. That means we have extra boys in the house much of the time. Son #1 leaned down the stairs and offered the spares some chicken. A voice rose up the stairs:
"Is it boneless?"
God bless America, nobody is going to starve in Christine's house.