No, Honey, Tell Me What You REALLY Think.....

Upon giving Joey his dinner plate this evening, the following conversation occurred:


NutzDad a.k.a. Joey: What the hell is this?


Mom: What do you mean? What does it look like? It's roast, mac and cheese and broccoli.


NutzDad a.k.a. Joey: No, what is this green stuff?


Mom: That would be broccoli dear.


NutzDad a.k.a. Joey: Well, I'm not eating it.


Mom: You said you wanted to eat healthier, this is healthier.


NutzDad a.k.a. Joey: Yeah, I said healthier not I wanna eat shit.


Mom: That's why I love you...your inability to articulate exactly how you feel.