Clearly, my parents having gone through the Great Depression has also had an influence on me. Our son, Jon, just ate two-thirds of his bowl of oatmeal and was full. He set the rest on the kitchen counter. Twenty minutes later, I noticed the remains sitting in the bowl. My parents never threw food away. During my childhood, leftovers were one of our family's Ten Commandments. So I ate that god-awful, third-of-a-serving of Jon's cold oatmeal as my breakfast and now I'm pissed at my friggin' parents.
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