I was about 13-14 and feeling my oats and expressing my vocabulary of
profanity, especially using the word "****".

Finally Mom had enough.

"Son", she said, "you seem to be quite an expert on ****."

"Let ask you a question."

"When you look at chicken ****, you see white stuff and brown stuff."

"What is the brown stuff?"

I stood there looking stupid for maybe a minute or two.

Finally Mom let me off the hook and said, "Son, the brown stuff is
also chicken ****."

I wanted to slither away and hide under a rock.

It was one of those life lessons you learn from Mom.


Lew