"You still like fried bologna sandwiches?" asked Johnny, sniffing the lunch meat to make sure it wasn't spoiled.

From the couch, Robby scoffed. "I've never liked bologna."

Johnny didn't want to admit he had no clue what foods his ten-year-old son preferred to eat. "Well then just pick a place, we'll get some fast food."

Petulantly, Robby said, "Mom would know what to make me for lunch."

"Yeah right, your mom probably has you living on cereal for all she cares," he threw back.

Robby scowled. "Don't you say that about her! Don't you ever talk about her like that!"