I am married to Dr. Evil.
YYY: What is it 😉
XXX: As long as they got home through this flood, they wanted to decide that they didn't go with food for a long time, but just eat sandwiches for dinner. He squeezed his hands quickly, and went away, and I still sit, drink tea, read the newspaper. And the sandwich bites slowly.
Max crawls from behind, hugs, and gently whispers to his ear: "Le-e-enoch, let your sandwich bite a bit!", "I confidently stretch his hand with the sandwich, he delicately bites the bread from the very edge... And then suddenly grabs the teeth of a piece of sausage, and escapes! And I stayed with one bread - the sausage was the last piece :-)