The Prince and I have been eating quite healthily as of late.
Yesterday when I got home from work we started making dinner.
The Prince was walking around the kitchen, sort of holding his stomach like it hurt.
"What are you doing, didn't you just have a salad for lunch?"
"Oh. What did you have?"
"I went to McDonald's. I broke down. I needed something terrible."
"What did you get?"
"Three burgers, fries and a coke."
"... yeah. I really regret it now."
Believe me, I ate my cauliflower and asparagus with joy last night.
The Prince writhed on the couch in desperate grease overload.
I didn't feel the least bit sorry for him.
And then this morning he was late for work because he clogged the toilet.
Serves him right.