A Rock for Lunch

Sparkle Girl was feeling so poorly that she was in bed with the covers pulled all the way up in the middle of the day.

I was heading out so I asked her whether she would like for me to bring her anything special to eat when I came back.

No, she said, she couldn't think of anything she wanted.

Well, in that case, I said, I would just bring her a rock.

"That's fine," she said. "I'm not very hungry anyway."