You'd think by now my parents would stop asking if I want sauce on my food. No parents the only time I ever have sauce is if it's on pizza or a chicken wrap. I don't like sauce on anything else, no matter what type of sauce it is. After like ages of looking after me I think you would know this by now.
And why did you just give me a piece of banana cake with pecans in it. I despise nuts and you know perfectly well that I'll just pick the pecans out.
Sometimes I wonder why they still make me meals. I'm perfectly capable of cooking things myself. I'm so fussy and I'm well aware of it. Why do they even bother with me still I have no idea.
















