He just called me. Zane: What's for dinner? Me: I have no idea. You're probably on your own because the thought of food is making me queasy. Zane: I'm having a craving for Wards. I want a big one with chili and cheese. Me: ::gags:: I'm quite certain I would vomit on you if you brought that in the house. There is plenty of food here for you to eat. I stocked up for just such occasions. Zane: I think I'm going to stop and get one. I'll eat outside. Me: You can't eat on the porch. That's silly. Zane: No, no, I won't eat on the porch. That's too close. The smell might get inside. I'll go out in the backyard and eat on the park bench. Me: Great, you're going too look like a homeless man eating your burger in our backyard. The neighbors will love that. He thinks this is the best idea ever.