20. At the lunch following my mother's funeral....
the oldest triplet (and despite rumors to the contrary :eyes: ) they do indeed exist, the oldest boy (who was barely 5 at the time, insisted on ordering the catfish from the adult menu. The other two contented themselves with stuff like hamburgers and chicken strips from the kids' menu. But not the eldest.
And he ate the whole thing. It was a big piece of catfish. We gaped in admiration of him.
And he still loves catfish. He ate it when we went out for dinner on my birthday last month.
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