The oatmeal tuna meal

I can't remember exactly which birthday, but when our oldest son turned six or seven we took him to a restaurant and told him he could order anything on the menu for his dinner. You know, a birthday treat. "Anything?" he asked, smiling brightly at such opportunity.

"Anything," we said.

Soon enough the waitress appeared. My wife or I one ordered for our younger children, then each for ourselves. The waitress turned to our eldest. "What would you like, honey?" she questioned him.

After much deliberation he replied, "A bowl of oatmeal and a tuna sandwich."

The woman looked between my wife and I quizzically and we said it was fine. Hey, it was his birthday. If that's what made him happy, we were okay with it.