Watermelon

 After deciding the electric knife was dead, Austin put the cut up half of watermelon into a container.

Austtin: The other half won’t fit.

Me: You don’t leave the rind on.”

Austin: Yeah, you do, that’s what you hold onto when you eat it.

Me: You don’t have room in the container with the rind.

Austin: You get another container.

Like he doesn’t know the selection of containers in our cupboard.

Austin: What do you want me to do with the other half?

Me: I’ll take care of it.

Austin, mocking me: You break my grandmother’s 41 year old electric knife. You make a mess and complain about how I cut a watermelon. Get out of my kitchen.

I laughed the whole time he fake ranted.