Tonight I threw a hissy fit that Brady never cooks me dinner. He said he would take me out to dinner. I said no, I wanted him to cook for me and pouted. He asked what we had to cook. I replied in a pouty voice, grilled cheese. So he went into the kitchen to prepare my grilled cheese.
Brady: Babe, how dark do you want your grilled cheese?
Me: Not very dark.
Um yeah, next time I'll let him take me out.