I serve up the curries sausages, sans curry, but loaded with Mother Love.
Godzilla takes a look, and “I don’t like this,” and I go through the whole discussion about it’s lack of curry being added.
I think I get through as he sits at the table with his fork in hand.
Then gets up, goes to the fridge, gets out the parmesan cheese, with the spoon that’s been sitting in it for weeks now, and piles it on.
I think I’m going to be sick.
He doesn’t eat it. He doesn’t like it. I’m sure I did tell him that before he added the cheesey topping.
I still think I’m going to be sick.