Last night, my wonderful wife and I made a really good 'batch of spaghetti sauce, that combined with fresh pasta, made a perfect marriage. Some of the BEST spaghetti that we've made, in a lonnnnnnnnnng time. (It's always GREAT, though!) Our youngest son (24 years old) is a over-the road tractor-trailer driver for Amazon, and still lives at home. He was expected home last night, around 11:00 p.m., so, my darlin' wife texted him and said that "there was food in the fridge". Long story short, I had put my 'seconds' in a cereal bowl, and covered it with some 'press and seal' plastic, and put it in the fridge, to have for lunch, today. (I prepared a second helping for myself, and realized I really shouldn't eat that much in one sitting, after one bite.) The LARGE bowl of "spaghett" was on the top shelf, RIGHT BESIDE my small bowl. I opened the fridge to get the milk, to have a bowl of corn flakes, and not only did that "KID" eat my leftovers, he drank all of the milk (almost a whole gallon!) and left about a shot glass amount of milk!!!!!! Just before I started this post, he came downstairs and I asked him why he ate my bowl of spaghetti. "Well. Your name wasn't on it." Ohhhhhhhhh..... how I wish he'd go ahead and sign the papers on that house he's looking at, in King George, VA. Sheeeeeesh. I feel so much better, now.