Pop, in his last years (being high-tech challenged), was astonished when
I nuked him one of those giant "dinner franks" in 2 minutes!

One morning at breakfast, he came into the kitchen and said "let's have
some hotdogs." Delighted, I made one for each of us. After we began to
dine, my wife came in from a walk and stopped at the sight of it all and
hand-scolded us for such an unacceptable breakfast decision. We were
busted! Pop, the cool man under pressure replied "There was no breakfast
warning on the package." She grinned while shaking her finger at us.
It became a ritual.

Why can't you eat dessert before the main course? Or some such logic!

Andy