So tonight's conversation at dinner is as follows:
Zach: (pulls tomato skin out of soup bowl) I thought we were having soup, not stew.
Dad: If you keep complaining about the food you're eating then soon you won't have to eat anything.
Zach: (glares at soup)
Me: Ummm...ok, I don't know if any of you noticed, but this thing on top of my head? Yeah, it's
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