The Story of Mamma O'Dowd, and Little Matty

After my morning post I thought this one up:
Our scene opens on a small little kitchen in a nice if modest house.  Where we find Mama O'Dowd is trying to figure out what she will put in tonight's casserole, and talking to her young and inquisitive, son, little Matty.  Little Matty is the smartest, and most gifted of her kids, well liked by the entire block.

Little Matty: Momma O'Dowd?
Momma O'Dowd: Yes Matty?
LM: What's for dinner mamma?
MO: Cassarole, same as always.
LM: Mamma, I'm tired of casserole.
MO: You, don't like casserole?
LM: No, mama, casserole is good, but we have it all the time.  I'm tired of casserole.  I want steak.  The kids in Los Angeles and New York, get steak all the time.  We never get steak.
MO: Matty, the kids in Los Angeles and New York have rich daddies, they can afford steak.  Your daddy is a truck driver, so he can't afford steak. You should be happy we aren't having grilled gov'ment cheese like the kids in Pittsburg get.
LM: I want to live with those rich daddies.
MO: When you are older, Matty you can live where ever you want. And if you want steak you can have steak, but until, then you're just going to have to have casserole with me.
LM: Mama?
MO: Yes Matty?
LM: My older brother Todd gets steak.  
MO: That's from a different mama.  She spent all of daddies money. That's why we are so poor now.  And if Todd, would move out of the dang house, I might be able to feed you chicken.
LM: But I don't want chicken, I want steak!  
Little Garrett: I want chicken mama!
MO: Shut up Garrett, now go change your little brothers Troy's diapers.
Little Garrett:...walks off muttering...."I bet the parents in LA or even Minneapolis would love me"
LM: Mama, why are my brothers Kazuo and Jorge so different from me?
MO: They are foster kids.  They were abused and neglected and unloved by their old parents. We take them in, feed them, clean `em up, and when they are back on their feet, they can be adopted by rich parents like those in New York and Los Angeles.
LM: Mama, I want to be adopted by rich parents
MO: I know little Matty, I know.....Now enjoy your mediocre casserole.