My ex has our daughter every other weekend. When he drops her off on a Sunday afternoon he sniffs the air like a blood hound and pronounces "Pork!" (Or Chicken! Beef! Gammon! Salmon!)
He never says it smells good and I am fed up with him saying the obvious. Am I being unreasonable to
A - make him wait outside
B - bring him in and ask him to improve my recipe
C - tell him he's a twat and to go home.