Last weekend was a long weekend full of work. I work with my sister at a local museum where we put on birthday parties and explain things to small children and adults. (Things like:
"If you poke it, it will probably bite you." and
"Alligators have more teeth than you. And if you poke it, it will probably bite you.")
Saturday, after a particularly grueling birthday party at the museum, Sister, Boyfriend and I decided to have pizza for lunch. We were ravenous with hunger from the morning's work, so we made our way to a rather large pizza buffet establishment.
All the way to the pizza place, Sister and Boyfriend were bickering about how much more pizza they could eat than the other. I was in the anguished throes of starvation so I just let them bicker - but to be clear, my tiny little sister can rarely out-eat Boyfriend on her best/hungriest day whereas, Boyfriend can eat his weight easily and then scavenge in the fridge for more.
If you question it, he will just snap his head around and shout something along the lines of:
"This isn't Siberia, Woman! I can eat if I'm hungry!"
So anyway.
Let me illustrate:
As we left, Sister stroking her midsection tenderly, as she followed us out to the car, I mused aloud that it was funny that she had out-eaten Boyfriend. We got in the car and she sprawled across the back seat saying:
"Handle with care...this side up...delicate package..."
Boyfriend said nothing for a few minutes and then a look of jealous determination came over his sweet little boyfriend face.
It seems that Boyfriend is a little competitive. Boyfriend likes to be the best at everything, even eating. He must have interpreted the comment about Sister having eaten more than him as some sort of high praise for her - and he was not to be defeated. Boyfriend offered to go back so he could prove that he could definitely out eat my tiny little sister.
Clearly he was the eating master!
I talked him out of returning to the pizza establishment, but just barely.
He is still griping about it though.
