A mere mumblity-mumble years ago, a nutritionist was lecturing my grammar school on good breakfasts in a grand assembly. It seems like all eight grades were there, but it's hard to believe we'd all fit in the assembly hall at once though. She picked me out of the group for some reason and asked what I'd had for breakfast that morning.

"Cold pizza and pink lemonade." Much pandemonium! (Mother was ill and I had scavenged for myself for once.)

Mother was called in to the school and asked to explain it, apparently. Later, in private, she gave me a fishy look and said that she appreciated that I was a scrupulously honest tyke, but that sometimes it was okay to fudge the truth a bit.

I don’t imagine parents get called into school for things like this anymore, or do they?