Okay, so I have this thing with food that I buy and like to eat. It can be summed up in three words:
DON’T EAT IT.
I think this stems from back in the day when my thing was sour cream and onion chips (which I don’t even like anymore). My mom would buy them every so often, and by the time I went to have any, they were gone. Thanks a heap, family.
And now, I will demonstrate to you why I still have these issues in my life, in one scene:
[This morning, after Tim left for work. His breakfast? A giant bowl of cereal of my favorite, organic mini wheats]
Me: I’m definitely buying you your own box of mini wheats. The box is half gone from your one bowl!
Tim: It was opened before I got to it…didn’t you already eat some?
Me: I had one bowl yesterday with maybe 15 pieces. Not even enough to fill a small bowl.
Tim: Ok. So half gone not entirely all my doing. Maybe 3/4 my doing.
Me: I barely made a dent. I’m getting you your own.
Tim: Ok. That will work. Then I can eat yours when I am done.