So my son and daughter were ordering lunch and my daughter decided on the Grilled Cheese Sandwich (a perennial favorite second only to the unsurpassed Peanut Butter and Jelly [said with a booming echo if you can manage it]). Somehow she and The Boy got into a discussion about the merits of the Grilled Cheese Sandwich which he seemed to be emphatically against. This turned out to be a misunderstanding on both our parts. Apparently it wasn’t the cheese he was having a problem with, the bread or the grilling — it was the gender. Daughter explained to him, “I’ll have the girl cheese sandwich and you can have the boy cheese sandwich.” And this solved the problem neatly for all parties.