For dessert, I delivered a plate of chocolates to the dinner table.

My 9-year-old son Ben grabbed a caramel and took a big bite.  Curling up his face in disgust, he remarked, “This chocolate has salt on it!”

I only had one thought.  The thing he needed to hear.  The only thing that would set the world right.

“Eat it, boy!  Today, you become a man.”