Retribution...

Contributor:  Tim
Today, I was able to visit the Herringtons at the church Phil pastors, Atascocita Community Church.  I greatly enjoyed the time I got to spend catching up with Phil, Jennifer, and Carl as well as meeting their two youngest daughters, Becca and Reagan (I'm not certain of the spelling there. Regan? Ray gun?).  I especially enjoyed the part where they fed me (spaghetti made with venison that Phil hunted himself).  The highlight, though, came when Jennifer, amidst laughter, asked to share a story from the first time our two families met.  I had to promise I wouldn't share the story with the subject before she would tell me.  I have decided to immediately break that promise only hours later and the actual decision to do so came much sooner.
As we all know ever since Sarah has been able to speak, the rest of us have suffered under the tyranny of her exquisite memory when it comes to our past grievances against her as well as embarrassing moments from our childhood.  Considering her penchant for such recall, it is now very apparent to me that she has either been holding back some choice moments or can only remember those things which we do not want her to.  I'm certain I will regret this later in life as Sarah will remind me of the time I posted an embarrassing story about her on the internet, but everyone will have mysteriously forgotten what that story was. 
According to Jennifer, our families were introduced by a mutual friend.  I say "According to..." not because I do not believe her, but I have no way of verifying or refuting the details and do not want someone coming back later and saying that it actually happened some other way. I don't care.  Assume that all the rest of the story is according to her.  This mutual friend had previously gone to church with us and recommended Phil and Jennifer meet the Slices.  Phone calls were made and a dinner was arranged at our house.  The main course for the evening was pork chops and I think we can all agree that mom makes excellent pork chops (Sarah would probably especially agree).  As everyone had finished eating for the most part, the children had gone off to play and the adults had sat around the table getting to know each other better.  At some point during the conversation, mom was horrified to discover, along with everyone else in the room, that one of her children was not finished eating.  Sarah, who was a little over a year old at this point, had been picking pork chop bones out of the trash and was eating whatever meat she could find left on them.  Naturally mom was mortified, but her guests found it to be such an amusing occurrence that they still remember it some 20 odd years later.
I hope that all of my siblings are able to come visit me as soon as possible in Houston and spend some time with the Herringtons, but I must warn you, Sarah, that they think you eat trash here.