Okay, so, when you're six, grilled cheese sandwiches are the most delicious things on earth. (They still are, but that's another topic.)
But. For whatever reason, when you're six, eating the crust on any sandwich is like trading a precious level 81 charizard on Pokemon Red for a freaking level two magikarp: It is not DONE!
Unless you have a super creative dad, who cuts off the crust from your grilled cheese, informs you that it is the best part of a sandwich (which is an absolute fact, if you've cooked it correctly and make sure the crusts are all buttery and crispy), and calls them 'sandwich bones.'
It was never a bother to make more of them, since he usually just ate the sandwich bits when we were overzealous about the sandwich bone aspects, but it was just one of those little, weird things that stuck.
...I think I asked him to make me a grilled cheese for lunch last summer, and he still cut off the crusts.
They were, of course, super delicious.
All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you.
But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.
-Richard Adams, Watership Down.
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