Like all growing boys, my teenage grandson Jermon was constantly hungry, I went to the 'fridge to find something he might like.

After poking around a bit and moving the milk and juice cartons, I spotted a bowl of leftover chili. "Hey, Jermon," I called out excitedly.

He came running into the kitchen.

"Look! I found some chili."

Struggling to be polite, he said, "If you're that surprised, I'm not really sure I want it."