He said, he said ...

Ok, well, apparently my cooking is not up to par for Jack and Charlie. We had pork chops the other night. Usually, the guys request the main meat dish with, "I'd like meat, Mom." But this night neither one seemed to excited about the pork chops, and it took some pursuasion to open their minds. With them at the table, I was cutting the chops up into pieces for them while convincing them that they have loved and therefore would love what they were about to eat. They must have thought on this a bit because it got really quiet before one of them asked, "Is it good? Or is it icky?"