The husband had cut a mini papaya – half for K’s tea break, and half for him and me to share (yeah, we’re such great parents, we let the baby eat all the great stuff).

As I was feeding K, the husband ate first, and left my share in the fridge. After I was done I went to retrieve my “quarter” and found the half still intact.

Me: Eh you haven’t eat yet ah? 

Him (eyes still on the newspapers): I did.

Me: But there’s still half a papaya.

Him: I ate all the parts you didn’t like (the strands around the seeds, and the edges) and left the rest for you.

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