"Dad, are you going to eat all of that ?!
You could leave me a small taste. I'm starving."
This is MY lunch, Monty.
Anyway, I picked all the bacon out for you, and you had the cheese on top, and some of my bread and ...
"All right, all right Dad, don't go on. If you don't want to share, that's fine."
Si the DogBlogger.