Each year at Lent, my mother would expect us all to give up some food item or treat so we could play the suffer along at home game with Jesus. This expectation had little to do with the way I felt, so I ignored it.
In order to drive home the point, Mom sometimes taped up a picture of a malnourished child on the front of the fridge. This act did little to quell my urge to eat regularly.
One day, the following exchange took place as I opened the fridge.
Mom: Didn't you see that picture I put on the front of the fridge? There are thousands and thousands of starving children in Africa.
Dale : Name one.
I'm not sure whether I'd heard that somewhere else or if maybe Biff was putting words in my mouth but I never got lectured at Lent again.