He looked at me and said, “It’s time to flip the nuggets.” Flip. The. Nuggets? That is not on the instructions! “This way,” he said, concentrating on keeping the perfect spacing between each artificially formed hunk of chicken by-product, “they’re crispy on both sides.” Did these kids realize what kind of a father they had? A nugget-flipping angel who wanted them to enjoy perfectly crispy pieces of breaded chicken
