My Bit of Paradise

So I'm in the kitchen this afternoon, around 4 pm. I'm buttering a piece of French bread and the boyfriend asks from over his computer monitor, "You're having a piece of bread?"

So I respond, "yes."

And he follows up with, "Are you going to be hungry for dinner?"

And I counter with, "Who are you, my mother?"

Now I have to go and wash behind my ears and clean up my room before the show tonight..or no dessert!