My husband made a nice rack of ribs for our Labor Day celebration.
The kids gobbled them right up. Not a scrap of meat was left on those bones.
My seven-year-old son had a pile of about eight bones sitting on his plate when he was done.
"Make sure you throw those in the garbage," I said.
"No. I'm saving them."
"Why are you saving bones?"
"I have a collection."
"Yeah. For my bone museum."