This is an actual conversation I had with my husbad today....
Husband: [moan] Nothing. [moan]
Me: Ummmm hummmm sounds like nothing. What's up?
Husband: [moan] My stomach hurts.
Me: What did you eat?
Husband: 2 burgers and some salad and then I finished off the carton of ice cream.[moan]
Me: Well why did you eat so much?
Husband: It was good, and you didn't tell me to stop.
Darling husband has no concept of moderation, the carton of ice cream he finished off was only purchased last night! The man is a bottomless pit where food just disappears. He can eat a giant bag of potato chips 10 minutes after finishing supper and then ask for dessert. The most annoying part is not that he expects me to tell when he has had enogh and should stop eating, the annoying part is that he's not a big man, and if I even think of having a spoonful of ice cream it goes right to my arse.