all last night the boy talked of pie. pie during the run, pie before dinner, pie after dinner while i'm busy digesting. i come downstairs to read some dissertation and ask if he can make me a small slice of pie. answer: he ate all of the pie. my birthday pie. my i'm-still-29-and-i-like-key-lime pie. i had one slice. he had 4/5 of a pie. hm.