Me: “Tommy (the neighbor boy), would you like to join us for dinner?”

Tommy: “Sure.”

Me: “It’s shrimp.  Are you okay with shrimp?”

Tommy: “No problem.  I like shrimp.”

Flash forward twenty minutes.  I am cleaning the kitchen.  I spy Tommy’s plate still full of shrimp and cued for the dishwasher.  Apparently, Tommy was lying and he really had no desire to eat shrimp.

Debating whether to take a bite of Tommy’s leftovers (standard protocol for a father to eat any food remains), my oldest son Jacob looked at me and said in a very serious tone, “Don’t eat that.”

I paused.  I considered the situation.  I fought my hard wiring.  I put the gnawed food remains of a neighbor boy into the trash.

Thank you, my son.  That was good advice.  How do I know?  100% of health professionals agree.