I prepared another gourmet supper last night: tuna salad.
I made myself a sandwich. When I looked at the amount that was left, I was pleased to see there would be plenty for John’s supper as well as enough to make me a sandwich for lunch today.
Then John made his sandwich for Friday supper . . . . . and used ALL the remaining tuna salad. I told him I hadn’t planned for him to take it all, but go ahead since it looked like that was what he wanted.
John ate his 4-inch thick sandwich with plops of it falling out of the sides.
Half an hour later he ran to the bathroom and barfed it up.
I was left thinking: “There goes my Saturday lunch sandwich a second time.”