The scene: dinnertime. Ethan, Gabe and I are sitting around the dinner table, surveying the fruits of my 1.5 hours of labor: a chicken and broccoli casserole. It came out perfectly, and I proudly dished heaping platefuls of it to myself and my progeny.
Me: "Okay, boys! Let's eat!"
Gabe: *grabs his fork, enthusiastically digs into casserole,
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