So You Want to Make the Little Nuggets?

Mom: You poor hungry boy... I'll make dinner for you as soon as we get home.
Six-year-old son, sullenly: Okay.
Mom: Do you want macaroni and cheese? How about pasta? I can make you those little nuggets. [Son shakes his head.] Oh, is it the other kind of hunger? Do you have to poop? [Son nods.]

--Elevator, Washington Heights

Overheard by: Morgan