Well now I'm looking around my pantry and freezer and going, "...." That's what my brain is suggesting for supper. I have cooked all the things. There is no inspiration left. So of course, I do what Mom did: I ask Josh for three suggestions for supper. I have regularly seen him lift a fork with sustenance on it and insert it into his mouth. He eats. He eats what I cook. Does he have ANY suggestion for me? A single meal? No.
Okay, I refuse to be beaten so easily. So I try a different tactic, not the same day, oh no I ambush him with it a few days later. "Babe, if you could eat anything in the world tonight, anything you wanted, what would you want to eat?" I would have gone to get steak! I would have attempted a lobster! Nope, no response.
Sigh. Let's try ONCE MORE.
"Love of my life, what would you like for supper?"
"I don't care."
"Okay, then I think we'll just pick around, have a sandwich, or cereal, or something like that."
"I don't want that."
"Then what do you want?""I don't know, just not that."
I give up. I think we're going to Mom's house for supper. Maybe he'll tell her what he wants to eat!