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Patience of a Saint

now think to myself cha ching I could be cashing in on some of my questions if I only took my questions to Vegas.  So now question #3 was answered.  Why didn’t I place some side bets on all of these questions with my girlfriend??? Jenna finally figures out that she now has no drink at the table to wash this what she calls a yuk taste down her throat.  “Mom, where is my milk?” I now think to myself,  sheeshhh, I could be cashing in on question #4 right now if I had only placed my bets.   I tell her “you left it over by the computer, you’ll have to go get it.”  She takes off like a bat out of hell to run and rescue her taste buds.  I tell her “hurry back, because we have some eating to do!”   Now when you are a kid or I should at least say when I was a kid...if we did not want to eat our dinner, my parents would always use the saying “there are starving children in Africa so with that being said you should be grateful and just eat your dinner.”  I always use to hate hearing that phrase. I thought I would never use that in my adult years but suddenly this phrase came to mind and tempted the tip of my tongue.  So I thought oh what the heck, what do I have to loose at this point?  Maybe my parents were on to something....?  So as soon as she comes back to the table with milk in hand, she sits down and the dreaded nightly question that always arises at dinner starts to sound out of her mouth “how many bites to I have to eat Mom?”  I think to myself, I would like to say twenty but I know I need to keep it in her perspective.  So, I lay down my poker hand and say “I want you to eat nine bites.”  She looks at me as if it were a death sentence.  I say to her “do you know, there are starving children in Africa that would love to eat this food?”  She says to me “Africa?”  I say with the echo of my parents voice going through my head “yes, Africa, we could be starving  like some of the children in Africa right now but we are blessed to have this fish and you should just eat it.”  She pipes in as she is holding up five fingers in the air “ok, Mom, but how about this many?”  I sigh and say to her “why do you even ask me?”  and think to myself....   ahhhhhh the patience of a Saint...