Not Sweet On Your Dinner Choice

Dad: “Get yourself something to eat, anything.”

(I get some chocolate from the pantry.)

Me: “Anythiiiiiiing?”

Dad: *without looking* “Anything.”

Me: *waves the chocolate around, making a noise* “Anythiiiiiiiiiiiing?”

Dad: *starts to go outside* “Yes, anything.”

Me: *gives up and holds the chocolate in front of his face* “ANYTHIIIIIIIIIIIING?”

Dad: “What’s this? No! Get some food!”

Me: “Technically, it’s food…”