It went something like this.. I have to say that I can't recall the exact words, because the more the words escaped his little lips, the more I began to see red and started to blank it all out...
What are we having for supper?
Ham and side dishes
*biggest heaviest sigh* Ham? Again? Why do we have to have the same meat all the time? I'm getting tired of the meat we have here... Like the ham.. and chicken...
We also have hamburger, roast beef, steak, porkchops...
Yeah, but we're having HAM AGAIN tonight. Didn't we just have ham?
Yeah, like 1 week and a half ago.
See, that was so soon ago... ham.. again...
Me (in my head): You're gona effing eat whatever the shizz I feel like cooking for you.. oh wait, you won't do that because you won't eat anything, you're so gosh golly picky ((I didn't say gosh golly, really))).
Me (out loud): I'm going on strike. I refuse to cook for you any more, ever again. You're too picky to eat something more complex, but you complain about plain food too. I can't win. So I quit being your personal chef.
Thanan: *shrugs and looks something akin to Dopey Dwarf*
Me (in my head): DAMMIT!!! That didn't work. Threat didn't sink in. Now what?
Me (out loud after leaving the room, racking my brain to figure out supper and going back into his room):
Fine. I'll cook, but I'm making something I want to make. It has all ingredients in it that you always like separately, so there's going to be NO reason at all for you not to like it.
Thanan: Okkkkkkaaayyyy... what is it?
Me: You lost the right to know. I'll call you when supper is ready.
I'm making quiche. We're having it with side fresh veggies and dip. If he complains, he can chomp on the 2 day old pizza in the fridge... and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to heat it up for him, either.