Trevor Time

A couple of days ago I opened a box of organic tomato bisque for the girls and me for lunch. Afterwards, I put the remaining soup, still in its box, in the refrigerator. 

The next day, Trevor hung out with the girls while I took the computer to a coffee shop to get some work done. I came home and he said, "That soup was really good. I had it for lunch." I was pleased because he's not always such a willing participant in my enforcement of almost entirely organic eating. (He likes to eat junk, made from junk dye #49 and junks fats and junk fructose junk syrup.)

Later that evening I took the soup out of the fridge, thinking I'd finish it off at dinner time, since the girls were eating grilled cheese and I wasn't planning on cooking. Trevor saw me and said, "Did you add cream to that soup? Mine was darker." And I said "No, straight from the box."

And Trevor said, "Oh, I got mine from the bowl."

And I said, "Well, then yours was darker because you ate straight tomato paste."

And Trevor said, snottily, "WELL, it was pretty GOOD."