Tonight Luke was microwaving a hot dog and as he lifted the plate up to put it in the microwave, the hot dog slid off the plate and landed on the kitchen floor. He looked alarmed as he quickly retrieved it and then he sheepishly asked me, "Five second rule?" I chuckled and agreed with him that it was probably okay to go ahead with the hot dog in this case. Then he said, "I will just clean it off a little..." and then he rolled it up into his shirt. There was no more chuckling.