I hadn't heard this phrase before tonight. The explanation was satisfactory but the image remains. Wouldn't the soup simply drain off? If Dad had a bald spot, wouldn't it be worse? A scald. A third degree burn. And a good pot of soup lost.
Like a pick-up game on the playground. You lose so often until you decide to stop losing. You get taller than your Dad. You scrap it out. And when the day comes when you're taller than him, you eat soup off the top of his head. And sink the winning basket.
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