We've been eating a LOT of takeout during the thick of my exhaustion, nausea, aversions, and oversensitive sense of smell. Fun times. And also a great excuse to get Chinese food. Griff, ever the worldly little guy, suggested that we eat with chopsticks. He then proceeded to show me the "correct" way to use them: hold in fist, ram downward, and spear the food. Reese, seeing how cultured his older brother was, insisted on having a chopstick of his own. Sweet and sour pork will never be the same.