In karate today, the seven-something-year-old son of one of the blue-belts came up to me. "I'm much higher up than you." He shows me his blue belt with a stripe.
"Yup," said I. "That's right. I'm just a white belt."
"Very much higher."
"I'll have to work hard and get better."
"Yeah. Yesterday we ate at a restaurant. I had chicken. It was really good."