Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for November 10, 2014
Mom: Petey! Is that all you're going to eat? Petey: Uh-huh. Mom: I swear! I'm going to invent a new kinds of food that's utterly neutral in flavor and texture. It'll taste like a big blah bowl of nothing. Mom: Then I'll sell it in big giant bags, like dog good. Petey: My mouth is watering! That's never happened before! Mom: And I'll hide one raisin in every bag, just to drive picky eaters crazy.