He yelped in surprise at the sharp blow on his behind and made a beeline for the kitchen as she stalked after her son to insure his compliance.
His mother ladled out a sensible lunch of hearty homemade vegetable soup from her pressure cooker into a large bowl, and directed him to sit down at the kitchen table and place the bowl on top of the dinner plate that she had previously set out for him. While he settled himself in, she bracketed his soup bowl with two halves of a diagonally-cut whole-wheat bologna sandwich that was garnished with French’s mustard on one side and Hellmann’s mayonnaise on the other. She went back to the refrigerator to pour a large glass of cold milk and returned a minute later to place a frosty tumbler of whole milk next to his plate.