Boyo: I had a late lunch, I don’t think I’ll want dinner tonight, so you have whatever you want.

Brain: Cheese!!

Me: No, you’re organising the cheese plate for tomorrow night’s party.

Brain: Eat cheese!!

So I’m cooking cheesy pasta as a compromise with myself. Annoying I’ve been craving salmon all week (which boyo won’t eat) and my brain went nah, I don’t want that anymore.