My lovely mum looks after ds 3 mornings a week and dh picks him up mid afternoon. Dh eats lunch there (something hot prepared by mum because dh then goes to night school and isn´t home til late) and she gives him a portion for me to eat when I get in (just as he´s leaving).
I do love my mum.
But today I asked what he had and he said spag bol. Mmmm I said, sounds nice, did she give you any for me (because I don´t presume) and he said hmm.. yeah.. it was a pretty big bowl, I guess it could have been for both of us. I laughed. ha ha ha. What a good joke. But when I went searching in the kitchen later it would seem he did eat the lot.
Greedy. Pig.