EACH TIME my son opens the refrigerator and complains I'm hungry. There's nothing to eat! I channel my inner momster, silently berating, There are children starving in (fill in your geographically appropriate locale)!

What actually comes out of my mouth goes more like this:

What do you mean there's nothing? I could feed the whole neighborhood with what's in that fridge!

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