On Saturday night, Lewis made a promise that he would be nice to me for the rest of the weekend. If he broke that promise, he would have to be punished. The punishment would be that he has to make me dinner for seven nights.
On Sunday morning, he broke that promise by throwing a pillow at me.
Last night we had linguine with chicken and broccoli and Alfredo sauce. Today the leftovers are my lunch.
You should be jealous of how lucky I am.