Anonymous wrote:I'm always amazed when adults are willing to eat fooda kid touched. They pick their noses, put their hands in their pants, lick their food, spit on it etc. I find food touched by children to be extremely unappetizing.

We wash our hands before eating in our house. Not sure about yours. Abd in 4 years have yet to witness my kid lick or spit on his food. How were you raised?

Oh, I have one! I was accused of tampering with her fridge's temperature control, thereby ruining her zucchini.
I had not touched the controls, not even by accident, but the zucchini had in fact gone bad.

Turned out it had been in the fridge for 2 weeks, but no, it was all my fault the day I arrived.

(Not my MIL, my mother, but same madness).

I'm always amazed when adults are willing to eat fooda kid touched. They pick their noses, put their hands in their pants, lick their food, spit on it etc. I find food touched by children to be extremely unappetizing.

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Anonymous wrote:Just admit that you are in fact the Hamburgler and be done with it.

Hamburgler doesn't exist anymore. Not PC.

? Wah?

Can we assume you evenly split the fries since they were not mentioned

But weren't you both eating WENDY'S hamburger?

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Anonymous wrote:Just admit that you are in fact the Hamburgler and be done with it.

Hamburgler doesn't exist anymore. Not PC.

Anonymous wrote:Just admit that you are in fact the Hamburgler and be done with it.

She probably wanted to finish it herself

Just admit that you are in fact the Hamburgler and be done with it.

I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.

That is an annoying. My husband does it. Next time she should buy you your own meal.

Thats awesome! I love when people say crazy shit. The nuttier the better. In my family, we'd be laughing about that one for years. Embrace it.

Go you and your fam!

My MIL just had a hissy fit because I finished my son's lunch. A huge Wendy's hamburger that he ate more than half of. She doesn't believe him or I that he was finished. Went on and on about how I stole his lunch.