As I brought my plate to the table to join Jesse and Ryan, I glanced at the other end of the table (you know....the spot where we push all the crap that was on the table that we didn't want to clean up..) and there is Rosalita. Staring at Jesse's plate. She wasn't really interested in the potatoes or the corn....but the pork chop? "Mom. Mom. Psst....Mom...is that pork? You know I love pork, Mom....you think maybe....oh wait....I'll wait til Dad leaves the table."