She’s asleep on my bed.
And I decide it’s lunch time.
I get up and walk out of the bedroom.
Take one last look back, and she’s still asleep.
I go to the kitchen.
Stand there. Don’t move for 10 seconds.
Back to the bedroom. Chloe’s still passed out.
Back to the kitchen. All I do is pull out a can opener…
And Chloe comes running in, thinking it’s time for tuna, which it is.
What the hell?