The Drumstick Dilemma
Language: en
I bought four fried chicken drumsticks. My son ate two. Seeing me reach for one, his face turned red with anxiety. "Why didn't you save any for Dad?" I was confused. "Isn't there one left for him on the plate?" He looked like he was about to cry, reaching out to snatch the drumstick I had already taken a bite of. "Can't you just save two for Dad?!" I froze. In his eyes, the chicken I bought with my own money, the chicken I cooked with my own hands... I wasn't even qualified to eat it?