Leftovers 2012 A.D.

This morning, I (age 52) asked, "Are you eating Jon's breakfast?"

Monique (age 52) answered, "The breakfast I made him yesterday? Yes."

Monique had placed the plate in the refrigerator when Jon said he'd eat it later. Apparently, our son forgot about the meal Monique had made him. So, my wife was eating day-old scrabbled eggs and toast reheated in the microwave. Yuck. 

I looked at Zac (age 14) and said, "Mom and I don't throw away food because we grew up during the Great Depression."