Leo, sitting at the table, asked the following question:
“Can I have some grobs?”
”What are grobs?” we asked.
”Grobs!” he said.
“Crabs?” we asked.
”No, GROBS!” His voice was growing desperate.
”GROBS! I want grobs! Grobs!” By now it was angry screaming, with despair, frustration, and hatred mixed in. In case we didn’t get that, he added, “I am very angry at you!”
We told him we were sorry, but we were all out of grobs. We would try to get some tomorrow. We told him maybe he would like to have some crackers instead.
Raging at us and the world, he opened the cracker drawer, stamping his feet and crying, and then suddenly he cheered up and said in the most chipper voice ever, “Oh look, we do have grobs!” And he happily brought them to the table and started eating, like he was the normal one and the rest of us were all a bunch of senseless psychopaths.
So just for future reference:
(Extra spaces added for suspense)
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Cumin black beans with feta
Lemon cake pops
*Not an actual thing. I’m just trying to predict what Leo might ask for next.