There is an old story about a family consisting of mother, father, and small son who went into a restaurant.  As they were seated at the table, the waitress sailed up.  You know, the particular kind of waitress who moves as though she were the captain of a ship.  She sailed up, pad in efficient hand, looked, and waited.  The parents ordered.  Then the boy looked up and said plaintively, “I want a hot dog.” “No hot dog!” said the mother.  “Bring him potatoes, beef, and a vegetable.” The waitress paused for a moment, and then looked at the boy squarely and said, “Yes, sir.  What do you want on your hot dog?” “Ketchup - lots of ketchup - and a glass of milk.” “One hot dog, coming up,” said the waitress and sailed off toward the kitchen.  The boy turned to his parents said, “Gee, Mom, she thin…