Last night at dinner, the Chinese restaurant gave us red bean soup with tapioca for dessert. Jason looked up and said, “Mmmmm, I love all these balls.”
“Ha ha,” I said sarcastically. “Don’t push it.”
He smirked. “Maybe next week we can go to KFC and get some spicy breasts.”
“Now you’re definitely on thin ice,” I said.
“And then after that,” Jason said, “We can get hot dogs for dinner and suck on some wieners.”