I recently realized that my 5 year old nephew is officially a city boy. We were riding to one of the barbeque places in our hometown to show off the new baby. He was chattering about Jedis and such in the backseat, when he stopped to exclaim "What is that pig store?" Really, pig store. My sister is a excellent mom, but pig store. I'm beside myself. It's the Piggly Wiggly and put your hand across your heart when you say it. That pig's name is Mr. Pig, and he revolutionized the grocery industry. He's the reason you get your own groceries from the shelf instead of clerks getting them for you. Actually, if we could bring back the clerks and have them bring the groceries to my house and cook the meals, that would be revolutionary. Anyway, my nephew did make up for failure to pay proper respect to "the Pig." As we pulled into the restaurant, I read the sign "Whole Butts $25." From the back I hear "buhuhuhuhuhuhuhutts." Butts are always funny.