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My mother didn't approve of sweets. They ruin your teeth you know. My dad couldn't live without them. It made for an interesting dynamic, from which we kids benefitted. Their compromise was that they would get one half gallon of ice cream a week. Dad would probably have liked to eat all of it, but he had to share it with us. We called it the midnight snack, but since our bedtime was nine, we really didn't wait till midnight. I'm not sure what he did before I was five. Apparently I had never had any sweets. I was invited to a birthday party, and my mother said they would have lots of good food there. I said, and I don't remember this, I only remember the story about it, do you mean bologna? When I came home I had been corrupted by cake and ice cream. It took about 40 years, but I eventually managed to curb my lust for such things. I still want them every day, you understand, I am simply able to distract myself with salty snacks. This is made more difficult because my wife loves sweet things. If she is eating chocolate, for instance, I don't want to be left out. My lust for sweets comes rushing back like a melt-in-your-mouth brown tornado.