Savin some for later

I have lost control...of the spoon.

Guess who has it?
The opening is around here somewhere. If I could just find it...

I'm afraid he insists, and there's no turning back now.

Gloating is so unnecessary. And rude.

Nor is there any quiet wrestling to win back some measure of control. Come to think of it, there's no quiet anything, now that he's found his lungs. Yup, they're workin.I've seen that look before- wasn't it at Thanksgiving?

It's no wonder he's low on weight- very little makes it in. Just on, under, over, and generally all around. It's a work in progress.

He wins; to the victor go the spoils.