It began on the drive home from Fast Food Joint.
K has been sick and is now starting to feel better (ie: keep food in his stomach as opposed to the couch and carpet) and as a treat for being such a trooper we went to get him "fries and drink".
On the way home, his tiny stomach growling, K was desperate for a fry. They were still way too hot to hold onto, much less eat. Being the ingenious man that he is, J picked out a fry from the bag and held it outside of the driver's side window to cool off. Once it was satisfactory, he gave it to K to eat and all was well with the world.
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You can't tell me that after visualizing this that you didn't chuckle, even if it was a little bit.