Richie made a decision. He ran through the door and into his mom’s car.

She gave him a hug.  

“What a day,” Richie sighed.   “I’ll bet,” replied his mom.

“What do you want for dinner tonight, Richie?”  

Richie had always answered french fries, but this time he thought about it.  

“I’m going to have…um…  

“I’ll have…   “Grilled cheese, please!”  

“That’s wonderful, Richie!” said his mom.