My oldest, David was 6 when one day after school, he hungrily stared at the steak I was cooking for dinner. Seeing the hungry look on his face, I offered that he and one of the brothers can share the first cooked steak. “But” I warned “When it is time for dinner, remember that you will need to share again since we have only one steak per person.
Eagerly the two gulped down the steak. At dinner with everyone seated, I started dishing up steaks. One for Dad, one for Mom, one for Marco, one for Gina, one for Damian, one for Delano and by this time David could no longer contain his anxiousness. He jumped up and looked at the last steak and in his excitement exclaimed “And who’s **ing big steak is that?”
