Dear Space Ghost,
Three years ago my parents took me out to dinner at a place called 'The Fisherman's Wharf', a seafood place. We took Route 79. When we got to the restaurant, I ordered a steak. So did my Mom and Dad. When the steaks came, I ate mine all up. My Mom, Mrs. Aggarwalla, said 'Son, I have half a steak left. You eat it.' So I did. Then my Dad said 'Son, I can't finish my steak. Eat it for me, please.' So I did. Altogether, I ate two whole steaks. What a night!
Andy Aggarwalla, Cornell University.