“That doesn’t sound healthy.”
“What the hell is that?” Hayley looks incredulously at her brother and his enormous lunch. The twelve-year-old had clearly made himself lunch with anything that he could find in the fridge.
“It’s a sandwich!” Penn offers her a deeply wounded look, insulted that she couldn’t identify his mass of food items as a cohesive whole.
“It’s as big as your head! It has a whole pickle sticking out of the side!” She raises an eyebrow.
“It’s a Penn Special, with ham, turkey, potato chips, Swiss cheese, Cheddar cheese, sweet pickles, mayo, mustard, tomato, lettuce, onion, and bacon.” The boy grins at her before taking an enormous bite, prompting her to roll her eyes.
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
“Who are you, Mom?”