At lunch time, my wonderful, amazing son managed to stuff not ten, not fifty, not one hundred, but ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY mini marshmallows into his maw, without pouching out his cheeks at all! The next closest at the table only managed 80.
Most parents have lame children who merely get good grades or excel in sports or win good citizenship awards.
MY son is the Champion Marshmallow Stuffer of Ponder High School. Huzzah!