“Well then. I’m glad that that’s settled. But as much as I would love to eat whatever is in front of us, I actually think that I left my fridge open.” I click my tongue, planting a disappointed smile on my face. It's clear nobody buys the excuse, but I honestly could care less. “Clayton would kill me if I let his yogurt spoil. You know how he is, right, Dad? Just crazy about that yogurt.”
