People say growing up with brothers makes meals a battlefield...

but those people didn't grow up eating in my mother's kitchen. Saw this on girltalk today. My mother used to say this exact phrase and leave exactly one light on for the poor, lone, slow eater left at the table after everyone else had finished dinner.

  

Is dueling a brother for the last piece of chicken really worse than sitting alone in the dark finishing your meal? Ask Kimberly.