WHAT DO YOU THINK I SHOULD HAVE?
A teenage boy, and what appeared to be his grandmother, were sitting in a café, both reading the menu.
“What are you having?” the woman asked, nudging the boy’s arm.
“Dunno,” he replied, moving his arm away from her reach.
“What do you think I should have?” she asked. “I’m a bit limited. I’ve forgotten to put my bottom teeth in.”
The boy dropped his head, moved his chair a little further away and muttered: “Soup?”
“Mmmm,” she said. “Do you think I could risk a macaroni cheese?”