“That is a horrible, wicked and vicious act to perpetrate upon a sentient being.”
All this because I ate the last of the chocolate chip cookies.
Don’t blame me, I told my husband. It’s not my fault you have better self-control than I do.
Besides, it was literally begging to be eaten.
It would seem that we have an inexplicable phobia in our house – no one wants to be the one to eat the last one of anything.
What do you call that?