“It’s meatloaf. It doesn’t matter what’s in it. You don’t get to pick at it. You don’t get to ask for special things. You just sit there and be a good boy and eat what I make for you.” Did I put a little bass in my voice at the end there? Yes. Yes, I did. Is it possible that I did it to see the pretty flush on his cheeks again? Hm, also yes. I usually go with my better judgment, but not tonight.
