I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner for my wife and son, my wife has decided I'm not allowed to eat today, since I had forgotten to do the laundry. My stomach growls painfully as I cook some rice, making sure it's exactly how my wife likes it.

Just then, my son, Derrick, walks into the kitchen, sitting down on a stool and scrolling on his phone.

Son: "Hey, old man. Make me a quick sandwich, I'm hungry."

"Why? You're not gonna have room for dinner..." I say, knowing my wife doesn't like it when our son skips dinner, and would blame me for it.