My wife and daughter think I am a Neanderthal. Daughter took Mom and me out to brunch for Mother's Day. More of a chick place than what I would normally choose. Menue was dishes with a different flair. Five or six varieties of French toast. The more palatable item on the menue was one of the French toast items, cinnamon and cream cheese filling drizzled with chocolate. They called it French Kiss. So when ordering time came, I told the waitress, "I'd like a French Kiss from you". So, I'm back at home typing this while sitting in the basement in the dark. Y'all remember me and think kind thoughts.