A Mother and her four sons went into Wong’s Chinese Restaurant, “Ok,” she said, “what does everyone want to eat?”

Kevin, the loudest, said, “I want sweet and sour chicken.”

Luke, the tallest, chimmed in, ” I want General Tou’s chicken, that’s my favorite.”

“Bar-B-Que spare ribs for me mom,” said Matthew, her eldest.

“Mark, what do you want?”, his mom asked.

Mark, the youngest, looked up, gave a half-smile and said in a demanding tone, “I want pizza.”

“Aww come on Mark, we voted,” said all of his brothers in unison.

“Boys, boys, that’s enough,” their mother whispered, “maybe we can come back here when Mark wants Chinese food.”

“You gotta be kiddin me?,”Kevin shouted in disgust.

“What the hell, why do we always gotta do what he wants?” Luke asked.

“Luke, watch your mouth,” his mother admonished.

“To hell with this,” said Luke, “Come on guys lets go call dad, see if he wants Chinese tonight.”

Matthew and Kevin followed their brother out the door.

Mark smiled and said, “Lets get eggrolls mom.”