The Slice: Roast of Nana Pat wasn’t quite justified

I suspect many families have stories like this.

Recent Slice discussion of what kids eat when grandma is in charge reminded Patricia Garvin of a time when she was watching the grandkids.

Her then 8-year-old grandson, Tony, asked about dinner. Garvin informed him that they would be having pot roast.

“I don’t like pot roast,” the boy declared.

There was a pause.

And then … “Just what is pot roast, Nana Pat?”

Tony wound up enthusiastically chowing down on three generous helpings.

Uh, nice of the kid to be polite and not hurt grandma’s feelings.

Re: Friday’s Slice: “I can relate to your dye pack story,” wrote Gary Polser. “Having been a flier in the Air Force, I traveled about the world. A few times when staying in the same motel as some transport crews, strange things happened. I have seen dye packs end up in the motel pool late at night. Not a good thing.”

In recognition of the dog days of summer: Here’s a reader challenge.

Add, subtract or replace one letter in the title of a novel, movie or record album to give the work an unexpected canine flavor.

For instance, William Faulkner’s “The Sound and Fury” could become “The Sound and the Furry.”

Pink Floyd’s “The Dark Side of the Moon” could become “The Bark Side of the Moon.”

“Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” could become “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woof?”

Your turn.

I’ll send a coveted reporter’s notebook to at least one reader submitting a similarly pooched-up title.

Transitions: On the way to drop off her grade school-age son at a Spokane Valley day camp the other morning, a friend drove by a retirement center.

“Is that where Dad is going soon?” asked the little boy.

My friend’s husband just retired from the military. Still, her son’s question puzzled her. So she asked him why he thought his father would be going to a retirement center.

“Because I think the food there is free,” he said.

Today’s Slice question: What is Spokane’s No. 1 renewable resource?