During supper this evening as I sprinkled a bit of salt on my son's chicken, he asked me, "Is that my salt?" With a chuckle I replied, "No, we all have the same salt now."
Let me explain...
When my son was younger and discovering his independence (and stubbornness) he always insisted on trying to salt his own food. In doing so, he usually wound up with more salt than food. After a few games of salt shaker tug-of-war, an idea hit me... RICE! That's right, plain old, white rice. I filled our otherwise-empty pepper shaker (no one in our household is big on black pepper) with white rice. Whenever he shook the salt shaker, it sounded like salt was pouring out when in reality there was nothing at all because the grains of rice were far too big to make it through the holes. He was happy, I was happy, and the food was still edible.
And with that, peace was restored at our family dinner table.
