I’m just waiting for a classicist with a gourmet streak to open a restaurant called the Diner of Trimalchio.
It’s like there’s someone living in this house who likes all the same things I do and keeps eating them!
Fine, then, but I get the last glass of milk. Ha!
I’m sick. Soup is pretty much all I want for every meal right now.
“I know only that my kid thinks I know nothing.”