Good to know, but I don't think I'll mention it to them at this time...

Ah, the boy has retreated to the family room, and the mister has retreated to the ham radio shack. The Morse code sounds fast, inaccurate, and angry. Fortunately, the boy is gaming with headphones on, so I can only hear the occasional groan. 

 Ok, but is one of them not cooking the ribs? 

 Oh, the ribs are done. They were too spicy and now my tummy hurts. Totally the spice, yeah... 

 Yeah. The spice. Definitely the spice. Not the stressful week and stupid pork argument. 

 I just want to shake them both. Except, they're both bigger than I am. 

 When in doubt, go get ice cream. 

 Sounds like trichinosis again.