Years ago, my son stomped into the house after school in a horrible, bad, ugly mood. NOTHING and I mean nothing had gone his way all day, he was beyond grumpy, didn't want to discuss it. I asked what he'd like for supper, and he said it didn't matter because it would just come out yucky. That's great! Cuz we're having Double Yuck tonight. It'a actually a hamburger strogonoff, but it's been Double Yuck here ever since. I finally got a smile out of him when I asked him to think of 1 funny thing that happened that day...."Mrs Cochran farted and sneezed at the same time!"