I made a lovely cheesecake last night, put it in the fridge to have a piece after dinner today.
We had dinner around 2pm, and I felt a but sicky (pregnant) so i went up to bed for a lie down. I've just come downstairs to watch a film with DP.
We both fancied a bit of my cheese cake for the film so I went to get us some.
Open the fridge and there only half of the fucking thing left.
Hes eaten half of a massive cheesecake in one day.
Apparently he had a quarter this morning, and a quarter after dinner.
I said he was a pig and cut him a regular person size piece, he took the knife out of my hand and said hes not having a 'childs slice' and cut himself another bloody quarter!
Are you kidding me?! He's all skin and bone aswell so it makes it worse!
Then we sat down to watch the film and he chirped "enjoying your childs slice?"
My DP is a bloody pig.